In this post, I started crafting my narrative memoir. This is just the beginning of the memoir which will be completed as a full story for a later assignment. For this assignment I read the following texts:
To You, I Belong (Becky Thompson) What is Creative Nonfiction? (Lee Gutkind) What is Memoir? The Fundamental Differences between Memoir and Autobiography Making Scenes in Memoir (Lee Martin) My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) The Summer of 2018. Last day of my family vacation, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. I’m not a big fan of family vacation. It was fun when we were younger but going to the shore just gets old after 16 years straight. I feel like an adult, where family vacation isn’t really a vacation, it’s more of a chore that I am dragged on for a week and forced to spend time with my family (who I am similar to in almost no way). I couldn’t wait to go home and just go back to everyday summer life. That day I got a text, “Yo Shawn, you want to go fishing tomorrow?” It was my grandfather who I refer to as pop-pop. He was my best friend in the world. We shared a love for sports and he was at every one of my games growing up no matter what sport I was playing. My first time fishing on a boat was with him. Since then, I always had fun going fishing with him. He was back in our hometown. I was exhausted from vacation and just wanted to go home and sleep all night and day. I thought to myself, I had to drive two hours home just to sleep overnight, then wake up at 6AM and take another two hour car ride to go fishing, then two hours home on the same day. Why would anyone want to do that? I enjoyed fishing, but not that much. But I thought that it might be the last time we are able to go fishing together. My Pop-Pop was diagnosed with throat cancer a month before and started chemotherapy next week. He had a heart problem too which had to be dealt with which is why it took so long for him to start his treatment. How could I possibly say no? It’s not that I wanted to say no, it’s just that my body was so physically drained and I was so exhausted mentally, that I did not have the energy to do anything let alone go sit out in the sun all day. But I agreed because I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could before he started his cancer treatment. It was an absolutely draining trip. I tried to act as normal as possible but life was completely sucked out of me. The worst part was that he would not let anyone sleep in the car with him. He was a former smoker and had a history of heart attacks. “If I have a heart attack behind the wheel, I don’t want you going with me.” He would say. “Okay, I hear you.” Honestly I don’t think there would be much that I would have been able to do if that did happen and I was alert and on adderall, so good thing we never got to that scenario.
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Sabatino
2/18/2020 08:57:21 am
CIF (how might an image complement this scene?)
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Michael Aruffo
2/20/2020 07:17:23 am
This is a very nice story, Shawn. Spending time with family is important, even if the experience can be boring/draining.
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Erin
3/3/2020 06:53:15 am
This was a well told story and I was really interested to see what would happen.
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