Six Word Memoir Analysis

Running is much more than it seems. People view it as a way to get in shape, lose weight or even just a hobby. It is much more than that, running is a dumbed down version of a psychologist. Two miles in, a lifetime to go, came directly from what someone's mind wants them to believe during a run, it wants them to quit, cut it short. Why would someone keep going if the only reward they could maybe receive is a shiny piece of metal or to lose a few pounds? Why would someone go to practice and push themselves to the point of exhaustion, get up, and do it again everyday? For most, this would be absurd, but a select few realize the undercover benefits that come with this kind of self induced trauma.

With a plane, I’d escape away. I chose this for my 6 word memoir for multiple reasons. First and foremost I really enjoy flying. I use to be in the Civil Air Patrol where I got glider lessons and ended up soloing a glider. Nowadays a just fly for the enjoyment of it. The second reason that I put is that I love adventures that are unplanned. It’s not that I don't enjoy school but I hate getting into a routine and during the school years that's all my life feels like. There’s no real excitement.

Two young men rushed down the steps, for there mother had called them down Those two had always been Mama's favorite. There mother had a letter in her hand that was addressed to the oldest of the sons, Gerard. The woman put her hand over her mouth and tears began to rush down her face. "Mama, what is it?" the youngest son Mikey rushed to his mothers side and put his arm around her shoulders. She looked up and pushed her son away, "You..." the woman pointed to the eldest, Gerard. "You signed my babies up to be sent into a living hell!" the mother screamed at the top of her lungs. Gerard looked to his mother confused, "Mama what are you talking about?" he looked beyond shocked. Mother shook her head in disgust, "You bastard, you know what you

The exercise I have chosen to explore is playing volleyball, something I did a lot of in high school. In order to fully break down exactly what is going on in the brain when playing the game, each aspect would need to be broken down and analyzed. In this paper I will be analyzing receiving (from the opponent or teammate) and passing the ball (to the opponent or teammate), In each of these actions, there is a certain amount of planning and execution involved, along with some reflexes that come into play when there isn’t enough time to plan, as volleyball is a very fast moving game that involves many other people’s actions that are sometimes hard to judge.

One of the Events/ Memory I chose was one from my Childhood. The memory I chose was when I was younger. I chose this memory because Elementary School used to be fun to me and I used to enjoy playing games with my friends. The song I chose was Party Rock Anthem. I chose this song because whenever I think of Elementary School that was the songs the kids I hung out with listened to and we all used to dance to this and stuff like that.

Throughout life we seek and yearn for knowledge in hopes of gaining greater perceptive on life. We do this in three ways: reading texts, listening to mentors, and self-discovery. They require each other to work most effectively, but can be done independently of each other with varying results. We have all used these “three ways” to learn new skills, and ultimately open our minds to novel ideas. I reached new mental and physical heights trying to learn the front handspring and front flip over the summer.

My dad constantly scolds me for my inconveniently-selective memory. I don’t have problems when it comes to studying for school or recalling the lyrics to my favorite songs, but there is always a distinct blank in my mind where the snippet of memory he’s telling me to recall is supposed to make its home. I can’t help it. Every day, there is a constant overflow of ideas and events that small things like the location of an item don’t always get the chance to make their mark.

The advancement of technology has allowed us to do things that were once never possible. From the first computer to now having laptops and tablets. The first mobile phone which has now branched off to smart phones and even watches that can mimic the same functions of a cellular device. With the internet being more advanced, we now have the ability to access it from our televisions, smart TV’s have enhanced our viewing experience to the ultimate extreme. There is no telling what the future will hold as far as technology goes but what about when begin to use technology to clone ourselves? Of course we are aware of the cloning of animals with Dolly the sheep for an example. It is inevitable for someone to eventually

A memoir is supposed to be about a specific event in your life that has happened, since I’m still very young I have not had the opportunity to experience many things in my short span of life. There is only a few things that stick out, but the one that sticks out like a sore thumb was about a passing of a family member. This person was very honest, gave good life advice, and always knew what to say and made you feel better if you were down. My great-grandma was one of the most important people in my life that helped mold me into the girl I am today.

On Christmas in the fourth grade, My family was opening up their presents, My mom had passed out to all us, My siblings, Sam, Carter, Hannah, And Sam's boyfriend, The same sized box. She told all of us to open it on the count of 3. One, Two, Three, We all opened them up as fast as we could, I looked in mine and I saw a little piece of paper, I flipped it over and it said, We are going to Disney World! A few months after that, In June after school ended, We were going to get on a plane and go to Orlando, Florida. We landed in Florida, We went to our hotel, It was one of the coolest and nicest hotels I have ever stayed at. We did a lot of things in Florida, We went to Cocoa Beach, Shopped, Watched

and she told me she doesn’t like people who tried to influence him about other God or don’t respect her religion and her God.

In my short memoir I primarily discuss one of the most memorable and life changing days of my life for me and my family. The suspense and the focal point of the story is related to the mail that came. The happy feeling I had can only truly be understood by someone that went through the struggle of living in a third world country as a middle class citizen. The memoir was written in first person point of view. I describe some of the early events in the story before finally knowing what was inside the mail in very detail to illustrate the mixed set of emotions. For instance discussing the tears of my mother showed the happy emotions my mom was having after knowing the wait was finally over. I also use dialogues to discuss my thoughts to engage

My heart was beating. Pounding right out of my chest. After, 5 tireless months of meticulous crafting and hundreds of hours of practice, it was finally the day to present our masterpiece. Every weekend spent at my friend's basement drafting scripts and painting backdrops. Every school day spent discussing new ideas for the play. Along with becoming insane about recyclable materials and art supplies, we grew as a family. We are a strong sisterhood that have laughed together and cried together, and together we are ready to show the world what we have accomplished.

“Good morning sweet heart it’s time to get up.” My father’s voice was smooth as silk.

The sun was shining bright, in the 90° plus weather, I was waiting in line to ride the transformer simulator ride, feeling The cool mist breeze from the fans attached to every pole, looking down at little children holding onto that churros jumping up-and-down with excitement while me and told me complain about her sore feet from standing over an hour to enter the ride.