Memoir

Characteristics of the Memoir:

• It focuses and reflects on the relationship between the writer and a particular person,place,animal or object.

• It explains the significance of the relationship.

• It leaves the reader with one impression of the subject of the memoir.

• It is limited to a particular phase, time period,place, or recurring behavior in order to develop the focus fully.

• It makes the subject of the memoir come alive.

• It maintains a first person point of view.

My first day of visiting Sockburn school was not really the best day.I was only 4 and I have never been near the Sockburn area. I remember my dad holding me like I was a little baby and sheltering me from the terrible rain that hit my face. It felt like a small hard object hitting my face constantly over and over again.

We were at the steps near the class, I saw a child and a teacher talking to each other, intently alarm bells rang in my head I was starting to regret my decision coming here but really it was not my decision to come.

As I walked in the classroom an old lady smell passed me , it was like a person gave me the perfume and made me spray myself. My future teacher walked up to me suddenly I was thinking a lot of thoughts I wasn’t a happy camper at the time.

The teacher approached me and my Dad “ Hello is this little one Meagan” ask my future teacher. “Yes I believe so” my Dad responded. The teacher was so nice she walked me to two people to look after me for the day,but of course I didn’t want him to leave me there so I pursued him with my cuteness.

At the afternoon the weather changed to sun I felt like I belonged there until they set us up with a task the involved writing and drawing about what the book was about. The book was about a monsters at a party, but little old me couldn’t write so I did the drawing part first. Then it came to the writing all my bad emotions came out I wanted to cry even though it wasn’t that hard of a task. I wayted 5 minutes, out of nowhere I started to cry the weather changed to rain again it got worse my temper was at high I couldn't stop screaming and yelling.

Normally Dad’s would rushed to their child and ask are you ok and let's go home before it gets worse, Not my Dad he rushed to me and he basically asked me 20 questions. The last question he asked was “ Do you want to go home?” I nodded my head really fast because I was desperate to go home.

My Dad picked me up out of suddenly the bell rang it was lunch time all the kids were so eager just to get outside it was like they were dying for the last piece of cake.We walked past my big sister Kimberely she questioned why we were leaving so early my Dad told her “ She just wants to go home”