Chrysalids 'Writing Task Good Coy'

When I was little the earliest memories I had was in the Lori Allen Dance Company. When I was three my mom put me in dance class to not only strengthen my muscles, but to get me to be more social. Even though I was still very young, my mom was very scared that I would grow up and never open up to anyone else, but her. The first day of dance class I remember like it was yesterday. I walked in and a bunch of little girls were putting on their ballet shoes. My mom walked me in and sat down on the floor. She knew that if she were to leave me there in that room I would run out screaming and crying. For the first couple of dance practices I wouldn't take my eyes off my mom. I wanted to make sure that she didnt abandoned me. After about ten practices

………………………………………….. 9. My father died when I was a baby, but Mom told me so many stories about him that I feel I knew him well. For example, one anecdote was about how he cried with joy when I was born.

The first memory I have is of my mom pulling me on a Mickey mouse blanket. In many ways my family, school and community have shaped the me and has made me a better person.

During the funeral I realized that the reason why I wasnt there was because if I did go to it I would cry and show my weakness. I am walking through the garden and I heard footsteps, So I hid in a bush and couldn’t make out who they were because it is dark. I grab my sword from its sheath and attack the intruder, It is Roden. He attacked me and cut my stomach, but I fought back. As soon as he had me pinned down he said that I have one week to surrender to the pirates or they would attack Cathia. Roden left once he heard my soldiers running to help me. After the funeral, I went to talk to Mot, he was with King Vargan the King of Avenia. They helped me get bandaged and Mot said something about a steward taking my role as king until I was older,

I remember missing my mom, a lot. I was in states custody at the time and would run away to be with her even though I'd see her for like a day then go run off and do my own thing. Now since I couldn't see her or talk to her at all missing her was very

I was in the cage waiting for my death to come,waiting for the emperor Vespasian to watch me fight to the death. Oh, Sorry I will start from the beginning. I was living in my empire I was in the Syrian military and I was in battle with the Romans.We fought for hours until we were defeated. I was thrown into a cage and transported to the Roman Colosseum, where I would fight to the death. I was in training for days until the battle begun. They gave me a small sword and armor that covered half of my body. There were thousands of people cheering as soon as I came out my cell, and I can see the emperor box with the emperor Vespasian sitting on his throne waiting for me to fight the war general.

meaningful to me, maybe it symbols that I could become a better person. Second, We went fishing for trout in one freshwater lagoon nearby. Actually in the old days, I had some pretty good memory, like I still remember my son ran toward me,

I do not have many memories from before my parents divorced. It happened when I was in the first or second grade. Most people would try to erase all of their memories about it but I had one that stuck with me through all that. That memory was Harley.

The memories of my mother will follow me wherever I go in life, missing the gentleness of her soft hands and the brightness of her smile. My mother had a welcoming personality, a calming aura around her. She was there to show me my first butterfly and shelter me in my first rain. She was there when I made my first baby steps. She taught me how to smile, laugh, and most importantly how to love.

The summer of ‘07 is one I hardly remember. What I do recall is spending two weeks with my grandma. I do not recall two weeks worth of memories with her, in fact I hardly remember anything at all. I probably forced myself to forget that miserable, boring summer. What I could not wipe from my memory was Grandma herself.

Suddenly someone screamed get down! I had run away from the battlefield not knowing what was in store. I had been a knight for more than 5 years, and I had never had the feeling of my heart pounding out of my chest. This was the worst battle I could remember. It had scarred me for life. I looked back and saw all the soldiers I had become great friends with dropping dead in seconds! The fact of loosing all your friends will kill you inside, and you will never be able to unsee that moment.

Most people remember very little about special moments with their family, and others may not remember anything about it at all. Even so, one memory continues to stand out for me. The first time I learned how to fish I was with one of my biggest influences in life, my dad.

My grandmother was living with us at the time and I became very close to her. She was my safe haven

I turned to my father, he nodded his head reassuringly to me. I nodded my head to her, she touched the side of my head and her memory flowed into my head

Most memories aren’t forever. Some you forget right off the bat. Kind of like when you forget someone’s name right after they told you. Yet, there are some that seem to last forever. Some seem like you can never forget them, and you will remember them until you’re old and grey. That is how the memories of my grandmother are for me.