Earliest Memory...

Another writing workshop from the same course!

For this one, we began by listing our five earliest memories.  Below are my five memories:

1. Running out of the classroom on the first day of kindergarten after announcing that I'm going to find my mother.
2. Current hatred of uncooked carrots stemming from my throwing up after eating them...ahain on the first day of kindergarten.
3. Wearing my favorite "farmer's" overalls and digging for strawberries and potatoes (to make french fries afterwards) in my school's botanical garden--fourth grade.
4. Being in Glee Club, even though I couldn't sing worth shit because my best friend was in it.
5. Guest starring on the show Zoom.

 Next, we had to identify a specific item or smell or color from the memory. My specific items for each of the above were the following:

1. Block puzzles
2. Carrots
3. Pale yellow overalls
4. Stage
5. Recorded VHS

Finally, we had to choose one of the memory/item pairs and begin writing with the item as the beginning point into the narrative. Below is my entry:

Six wooden pieces with their matching wooden frame. They were meant to form a single image. Unable to see much clearly through the tears in my eyes, I sullenly attempted to force the pieces into place. One by one, I made them fit. One by one my tears dried as the image slowly appeared. A final smile of triumph as the final piece found its rightful space and the image showed itself to me. 

It was the halfway through the first day of kindergarten and I played with puzzles alone as the class did something else. It had been an emotionally stressful day for the smaller-than-average five-year-old that was me. Being ripped away from the arms of a loving mother. Abandoned with a promise of returning soon. Attempted escape when soon didn’t seem to be soon enough. Thwarted, as the teacher zipped down the hall after me. Finally, hope that maybe this strange place called “school” wasn’t so bad, as I played endlessly with toys for the rest of the day.

So... pretty sad, huh? Yeah, that first day of Kindergarten didn't begin to well for poor little Tuma.
Please comment. Constructive criticism always appreciated.

Until next time. Adios,
Tuma