So today, I've done nothing but think of what I should write for my Midterm paper. So basically it was one big trip down memory lane. I have no idea what I want to do, how I want the audience to feel. Do I want them be smile and be happy? Do I want them to be crying and be sad? I have no idea.
My earliest memory was of my grandmother in a chair and I was sitting on the table behind her brushing her hair. I remember barely grazing her hair because I was scared of pulling it out. You see, my grandma had thin hair and I didn't want her to be mad at me for yanking her hair out. I remember her laughing because it tickled and she said to me, "Come on girl, brush my hair!" I remember telling her about my being afraid to pull her hair out and she just chuckled, telling me it was alright.
Another memory I have is a few years after this. I was six years old and was playing in the living room with my Barbie dolls. Mom was yelling at grandma (her mother) and throwing her clothes out of the door. I remember my mom shouting at my grandma, "Just get the fuck out of my house!" just before my grandmother walked out of the door, and out of my life. Little did my six year-old self know, this was the last time I would see her alive.
I also remember one year, my siblings and myself got a trampoline for Christmas. I remember just after putting it together my brother, T.J. was the first one to get on it and to start jumping. My sister had just brought the radio out and I remember the song Superman by Eminem was playing. My brother was obsessed with Eminem so he started to "rock out" and show off by doing all these flips and stuff. When the line, I can't be your Superman, can on my brother stepped on the trampoline wrong while doing one of his stunts and went flying into the woods.
So here I am, writing this blog (because I almost forgot I hadn't done one this week) and I still don't know what to write about.
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