Weekly Writing Challenge: I Remember
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The challenge: I remember
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You’ll need an egg timer or a some sort of stopwatch for this challenge. Set a countdown timer for 10 minutes, choose one of the writing prompts below, and just start writing. Whatever you do, don’t stop for ten minutes. Keep your fingers typing. Write what you remember. It need not be accurate — it’s your memory. Do not judge. You got this.
If ten minutes feels too long, start with five minutes. If ten minutes seems too short, go for 15 or 20 minutes. You can shape this challenge to suit you. Then, once your post has had a chance to sit for a day or two, revise it and shape it as you see fit. Cut the dross. Trim the fat.
You can do the freestyle memory exercise every day if you like, as you mine your memory and write what comes to mind. Use the freestyle memory prompt or any other of our Daily Writing Prompts and go for ten minutes without stopping. Don’t judge the output, just keep practicing.
I remember living in the big white house. It had a huge wrap-a round porch in front. It had great big bedrooms. I slept in one of those monster bedrooms upstairs with no one else around.
I remember being scared and sticking my head under the covers. Seeing shadows bouncing on the window panes, I was so sure monsters were waiting for me to go to sleep so they could come get me.
I remember walking from that house through the alley down to my aunt’s house. A friendly little dog that I thought was big and vicious used to come out to greet me as I passed by. I remember standing, frozen in form, screaming at the top of my lungs for someone to save me from the big bad wolf.
I remember when Mom and Dad first married and they moved into a two-story house. I do not remember Al at all, which I find rather odd. I do remember hiding behind the big chair in the living room when I was five years old. I can still hear my real mother and my step-mother arguing in the front doorway. They were talking about me. They were discussing why and why not I should not be allowed to go with my real mom. I can remember being real scared.
I can remember when my parents moved to a little white house on a lane. It was almost to the end of the lane and I became friends with so many of the neighbor kids. I can remember getting in trouble for playing the new game, Doctor and Nurse. I could never figure out why Mom didn’t want me to play that game, although now I do know.
I can remember getting off my bike at the little tiny store. Taking my earned change inside and buying a Hostess Twinkie, if I had enough money. But usually I was able to buy some penny candy. I used to buy Bazooka Bubble gum and entertain myself for minutes trying to blow the biggest bubble.
I also remember the big oak tree that took up half of one side of our tiny front yard. I can remember having Mom help me carry my home-made cradle outside with all my soft, cuddly baby dolls. I would play for hours it seemed. I was always the mommy . I changed their clothes and fed them from the invisible bottle. Do you ladies remember those bottles? You tipped the bottle and the white milk disappeared. Soon after that they would wet right through the hand-made diapers my Grandma used to make my dolls. I would have to change them again.
I remember getting a brand new Schwinn bike for my birthday but I got it taken a way from me for two-week. I had went with my friend without permission to the cemetery. She and I would lay beside the fresh graves and guess how tall the people were. Boy when I look back on that I think how stupid I was.
I remember lots of giggles and reading and skipping rope and my hoola hoop. Life was free. It was easy. There were no concerns of late bills, or broken hearts or even death. Life was what I can dream about today and yearn for once again.
IT IS ALMOST MIDNITE
AND MY HEAD IS BENT
AS I REMEMBER THE DAY
WHERE THOSE PLANES WENT..
A DAY OF WORK
WAS TO BE THE WAY
NO ONE EXPECTED
WHAT HAPPENED THAT DAY..
A PARENT, A FRIEND, AND A CHILD
WERE TAKEN FROM SOMEONE WHO CARED
THE CRIES AND THE GASPS OF THE NEWS
AS THE WORDS LAID OUR HEARTS TO BE BARED..
DEATH BY THOUGHT AND PLANNED MURDER
SHAKES OUR MINDS, STIRS OUR MODE OF CONTENT
IT OPENS OUR EYES TO MAKE US REALIZE
THAT DAYS SHOULD NOT WASTEFULLY BE SPENT..
I AM TAKING THIS MOMENT WHILE ALL IS SO STILL
TO PAY MY RESPECT FOR ALL WHO HAVE GONE BY
MY HEART IS STILL WITH YOU, ALTHOUGH TIME HAS PASSED
THERE WAS NO NEED FOR THIS, AND I STILL WONDER WHY….
GOD BLESS EACH OF YOU, WHO LINGER BEHIND
WHO TAKE ONE STEP AT A TIME EVERY DAY
THAT GOD HAS SHOWED MERCY AND KEPT FAITH ALIVE
MY HEART AND MY PRAYERS ARE BEING SENT YOUR WAY….
WRITTEN BY TERRY SHEPHERD
What did you say your name was honey? No, don’t know that name. Now be on your way!! But, granny, it’s me, Rachael. You know me, granny, it’s me. I ain’t never seen ya before, now scat! Rachael turned away and left, tears streaming down her face. Hurt filling up her heart at her granny not recognizing her. She had been told there would come a day this might happen, but she refused to believe it. Why, she was granny’s favorite! Going back in time she could remember many times when she would go to granny’s house and climb up on the stool and eat lunch with her. Granny would always get her a bowl of ice cream to top off lunch. She and granny would walk down the long, dirt path with pails in hands, to pick black raspberries. They would laugh together as they each examined the others black fingers from picking. Rachael could remember the huge, white wrap a round porch on the front of the house. There sat a metal, framed swing. Granny would get her a pillow and a blanket and in the days of summer, you could find Rachael taking her afternoon naps there. Yes, there were plenty of good times to remember. The next day Rachael dropped over to granny’s, walking in as she usually did, finding granny at the table eating her lunch. She motioned to Rachael to come on over and take a seat. They chatted while she ate and then, as usual, granny got up and got two bowls down and filled them with ice cream. They cleaned up and proceeded to the front porch, where they both sat on the old swing. They started to rock gently back and forth, listening to a woodpecker off in the distance, talking about the beauty the flowers had produced this year. The swinging stopped. Granny looked at Rachael straight on. All fell silent as unspoken words were being exchanged. After a moment had passed, granny told her that she was scared. She was getting old, and she thought maybe she was beginning to forget things. Tears came to Rachael’s eyes as she remembered the incident yesterday. She said nothing, as she wrapped her arms around granny, and giving her a bug squeeze, whispered softly in her ear, I love you granny, for ever and ever.