Monday, January 13, 2014
My First Memory
I
remember sitting in a green rubber raft. I was playing with big, fat nightcrawlers
in a blue plastic container we’d picked up at Turnabenie’s, the drive-through
market on our street. I remember putting down my wriggling worm and peering
over the side of the inflated green sides of the raft to see us surrounded by
shimmering dark water. My parents were both on the other side of the boat
fishing, but I paid no mind to them. The darkness of the water beneath me was
fascinating. I remembering reaching for it—I so wanted to touch it. I wanted to
explore the new exciting expanse below my bobbing raft. I leaned a little farther
over the edge of the raft, reached a little farther to that shimmering dark
green. I remember slipping forward. My hand entered first, it was a rush of
cold and wet and new and I loved it. I let my arm and head follow it into the
new land. I remember my whole body being underwater, and I was just urging
myself down deeper. I didn’t move my body, I just sank and observed. I remember
feeling my dad’s hands come to rest softly around my waist. I knew they were
meant to be there. He tiled me forward, then up, and then we both surfaced out
of the water. I remember Dad turning me toward him and asking me if I liked it.
I just smiled. I remember seeing Mom in the background frantically splashing
her way through the water toward us. Dad pulled us back to the raft.
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Beautiful imagery and scene-setting! Try to vary the beginnings of sentences a bit so that they don't all start with "I." But do it subtly so that you don't interrupt the flow.
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