This assignment was to create a counterfactual memoir to the one that I wrote last week in blog 5. A counterfactual shows how things could have turned out differently if something in the story was changed. This post is a hybrid of scene and reflection on an alternate experience.
For this assignment I read these articles: Rewinding & Rewriting: The Alternate Universes in Our Heads (NPR Hidden Brain Episode) Two Views of the River (Mark Twain) and watched these movie clips: Kramer vs. Kramer: Action Scene (Shows/Deepens the Conflict) Kramer vs. Kramer: End-Resolution Scene The seat beneath me was shaking uncontrollably. I woke up from my semi-sleep and looked over to my left. My pop-pop was clenching his jaw and gasping for air, still with his hands on the wheel. The car had begun to slow down. Cars were flying by us on the right. “Steer,” he said with the little voice he could exert. He had warned me that this day would come before. I didn’t like long car rides with my pop-pop because he wouldn't let anyone sleep in his car. “If I have a heart attack again, I don’t want you going with me.” was always his explanation but I never believed that it would happen again. He had a heart attack ten years earlier from a combination of smoking and being overweight. Not only that, but he was also diagnosed with cancer a few months earlier, so there was definitely a possibility of something going wrong. I leaned over the center console of the car and grabbed the wheel with both hands. He pointed his finger to the side of the road and shook his hand with a finger pointed. I pulled the wheel towards myself and the car jolted towards the shoulder of the road. My side lifted up in the air off of the two wheels and fell back down after a period of time that seemed like forever. The car then hit a very small hill of grass that contained big trees on the peak. The car went up in flames. I couldn’t see 6 inches in front of my fave because of the smoke and airbags that went off. “Unlock the door!” I yelled. No response. “Open the door!” Still no response. I put my fist to my chin, and threw the hardest elbow that I could to break the passenger side window. There was no way I was going to drag Pop-Pop out the window with me. He was more than double my weight. I dove head first out the window with my arms over my face to protect against broken glass. I landed in a pile of small jagged glass pieces. The next thing I remember was waking up in an uncomfortable bed surrounded by my family, hooked up to four different machines to keep me stable. I looked around and didn’t see Pop-Pop. I looked to my dad, “Where is Pop-Pop?” “In a better place now.”
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Michael Aruffo
2/27/2020 07:08:56 am
This sounds like a very scary situation to be in.
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Sabatino
3/2/2020 10:47:23 am
CIF.
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Asjah S
3/3/2020 06:55:49 am
Very descriptive, the way this was written almost made me feel as if i were there.
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Alexus mark
5/11/2020 11:42:29 pm
The way you pieced this together is great I enjoyed reading it
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