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The earliest memory I have is from preschool when I used to run around the sandbox with my friends. There were a lot of bees because we had lavender plants by the sandbox and I used to get stung by them often. One time I was running to my music class and a bee even flew in my mouth, luckily I was able to spit it out before it stung my tongue. I would play games on the playground with my friends and one time we were all playing tag together and I ran into a big pole of the playground structure. This twisted up my front tooth and a year later I had to get braces in 1st grade because a new tooth was growing in and my twisted one was pushing on it. Another memory from preschool was when I got to hangout with my brother and his older friends after school and there was a big earthquake, we were in a circle reading a silly kid’s book and then the ground started shaking so I hid under a desk.

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The earliest memory I have is eating breakfast this morning. I remember waking up to the noise of coffee beans grinding. The smell consumed the house, giving me the energy to lift myself out of bed. For breakfast, I ate eggs and an English muffin. I was not that hungry, so I just stared out the blinding window day-dreaming and half-asleep until I was forced to eat. I shoved down the somewhat gross gluten-free bread and left to go get ready for school.

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I have an Anastasiaesque memory, only remembering figments of my past, never a clear picture. One thing they all had in common, was my dad. He was always there, just smiling back at me. I could tell he was happy.
My memories were all flashes, snippets of what had happened. Going to an amusement park at a bridge. The wan wan bridge at the library. Falling asleep at Disneyland. But the one thing they all had in common was that man, smiling back at me, always gentle, never gruff. Patient and kind.

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She was screaming again. I wondered what it was about but I didn’t really care, it was painful to my ears. It wasn’t fair I was in this environment and it wasn’t fair I had to hold it in. A lot of the times I used to just write about it in a journal or write down what she said to me so I could shove it in her face one day. I didn't have a phone to tell anyone but I had my ipod so I could listen to music and audiobooks. “This is an Audiobook by Jack Gantos.” Dead End in Norvelt started playing on full volume. Audiobooks used to make me feel like I was smart at least one thing. I would listen to books about atomic bombs so when I would get sad I couldn't memorize my multiplication like everyone else, I knew I at least could recollect more about nuclear fission and Ophenheimer than any other kid in my class did. I could still hear her. I tried stuffing my ears with tissues but it wasn’t working. It felt like I was melting inside

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My earliest memory was when I was about one or two years old. I was being pushed in a stroller through a park on a sidewalk lined with sycamore trees. There were decaying picnic tables and a play structure that appeared huge. Looming over us were slides and swings. To my right, a grassy lawn glowed in the sun, with the most intense shade of green. It must’ve been a hot spring day for all the colors to be so vivid. My dad was pushing my brother and I along while my mom observed nature, her face beaming with joy.

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An early memory I can remember, oddly enough, is playing the quiet game in my preschool class. I remember everyone sitting at their tables not making a sound. I think I was coming down with a mild cold at the time, so I felt a sneeze coming. I didn’t worry, thinking that a sneeze wouldn’t count because it was something I couldn’t control. I sneezed, and the teacher called my name and said I was out. I remember being exasperated and shocked. In my mind, I was thinking things like “This is outrageous! This is blasphemous! This is unfair!” But preschool me probably hadn't had that vocabulary. I was probably just going to sulk, and that’s exactly what I did.

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I sat against soft green couches, the mahogany table shiny under the fluorescent lights. It seemed dark outside almost rainy, as I sat in my pink and white striped dress with a green sash. I wait patiently looking across the table and smiling at the camera, the warm atmosphere hummed with warmth almost reminding me of a snowy Christmas day.

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My earliest memory was when I was about one or two years old. I was being pushed in a stroller through a park on a sidewalk lined with sycamore trees. There were decaying picnic tables and a play structure that appeared huge. Looming over us were slides and swings. To my right, a grassy lawn glowed in the sun, with the most intense shade of green. It must’ve been a hot spring day for all the colors to be so vivid. My dad was pushing my brother and I along while my mom observed nature, her face beaming with joy.

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My parents and I were on a vacation in Spain in 2009 (I was 4). At the time of memory, we were walking around the city of Girona. We went to a plaza to get some food and drinks and I was really excited because it meant I would get to run around. It was a little different than most plazas because it was partially under construction, and we had not been to this one yet. There was a fountain or a statue at one end, the ground was dirt, and the center was blocked off with construction tape. My parents sat down at one of the restaurants surrounding the plaza and I started running around and playing with some of the local kids. I don’t know how long it was, but eventually, I slipped in the loose gravel and fell and cut my knee. I went over to my parents and they cleaned me up and got me some ice cream.

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I was seven years old. I was on the street with my best friend across the street and we were tossing a ball back and forth when I heard the faint sound of my parent’s care coming up the driveway. They had left ten minutes prior to that to get groceries from the store. They rolled up and the car came to an abrupt stop in the middle of our block and my best friend and I sped over like two cheetahs running for their prey. We stopped short of the car and my mom who was driving rolled down the window with a cheery smile on her face so soft and warming, I had wondered what was going on. “Your aunt just called,” she replied. My dad peered forward from the passenger seat with a huge grin. They both looked like they were going to burst. This was unusual so I looked up at the huge car doors stood on my tiptoes and asked what was going on. Your aunt just bought you a dog!! My life long dream had just come true in the blink of an eye. One minute I was a girl in a house full of two brothers who always stuck together and two parents who always stayed together but I never had anyone considering the odd number of people and the age difference between siblings. I finally had a friend and even better, a dog! I remember cheering and screaming as I danced in circles around the sidewalk. The following day seemed to go as slow as a bitter television commercial which had me waiting for the best show to come back on or rather the time I get my dog. At about noon we hopped in the car and drove halfway to LA to get my future best friend. We arrived an hour later and I glanced through the window as my aunt hopped out of the car with a blanket and a little tiny head popped out. He was perfect.

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Preschool seemed to be a common earliest memory

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There are a lot of vague sections but then others with a lot of detail. This is probably because the further we go back in our memories the more gaps there are, but the bigger parts usually stand out and are easier to describe.

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Some elements and patterns I remember:
A lot of "I remember"s
All in past tense
Very personal (pronoun use)
School related stories
Family related stories

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Nick - Most of the posts seem to be school related.

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Nick - Most of the posts seem to be school related.

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1st person omniscient

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lots of I was, I did, I ___.
most of them very early in life

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When the writer uses the 5 sences in their writting it is easier to imagine you are their. 

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When the writer uses the 5 sences in their writting it is easier to imagine you are their. 

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Jack-These memories are vivid because they have extremely strong emotions.

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personal perspective

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Does not need to be completely chained together in order

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Nick - Imagery makes them more relatable.

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Nick - Imagery makes them more relatable.

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I was with my friends Luke and Ethan in kindergarten, we were balancing on the wall of a wooden planter, it was rectangular, didn’t have any plants in it, and the soil was wet. The wall keeping the dirt in was made of sideways wooden planks nailed together, one on each side. The wood was faded and rotting in places. The planter had a twin next to it, so that the longer sides were adjacent. My friends were behind me, so they weren’t visible, but I could hear them talking. We were playing some sort of a game imagining the planter was something else.

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A memoir is the perspective of a person throughout a period of time where the experiences are told through that one characters view. 

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A memoir is the perspective of a person throughout a period of time where the experiences are told through that one characters view. 

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Lived in experiences.

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Parents were almost always in the memories

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Parents were almost always in the memories

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5 senses are important but especially important when talking about surroundings

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Jack-It is worth telling the struggles of people and what has been learned from them especially when talking about something unchangeable like ethnicity

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the impact of mental illness on childhood

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Puppy mills should be banned and people need to stop buying dogs from pet stores beucase its effecting the well being of the animals

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Puppy mills should be banned and people need to stop buying dogs from pet stores beucase its effecting the well being of the animals

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- Something that could definitely be worth telling would be how I lived through the pandemic of Covid-19. How the world changed, how my life changed, how going to school changed, how seeing my friends changed, all of it.

- Another would be the process of my interest in music. It could be told in pieces, like how I first got interested, how I eventually decided to pursue it and how I feel like it will shape my future and how it made living through the Covid pandemic a little better.

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One big thing is the importance of mental illness awareness and how there needs to be more help provided through schools and government programs.

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the affect COVID has on mental health and social interaction

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Experiences of near school kidnapping/attack? I guess

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Also mental illness and growing up with parents who struggle with mental illness