As I write my first memoir I will post here about my struggles, victories, discoveries, and the hilarity I am certain to encounter along the way. The girls in my writing group, Writers On Fire, call me "A Plus" because I do the homework. This is part of it. That said, I guarantee nothing.
Monday, January 18, 2010
postcard (an exercise)
I am eight. Cousin Nae Nae is ten. We play spelling bee in her backyard. She is a know-it-all with her Minnie Mouse voice.
My Mama told me, “This is Georgia. You have to keep an eye on the ground.” I am worried about snakes.
Later, we ride bikes on the road in front of her house. It is all sand. I can’t keep up. We go inside to play with Nae Nae’s Barbies but she won’t share so I bite her.
I pretend to be sorry but really I am not.
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you left out the part where when you were discovered biting, your mother took you in front of of Nae Nae and bit you back! what a whale of squalling.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you remember all those details. I just remember the bite. Nae-Nae
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