Hello readers! What you are going to be reading next is my prewriting section of my memoir. This is a small exercise to get our creative brain going for the upcoming memoir. The task given was to recall vivid/ early memory I have and write it out in as much detail possible. We were given two variants to start out work off. The 1st is to write the "earliest memory" we have of ourselves. The 2nd is to write a collaborative memory containing our family members. After some thought, I went with the 2nd variant.
That would be the short summary of what you are proceeding into.
Thank you for reading and please enjoy your stay in my memory :)
In the process of recollecting my earliest memories, one came to mind, the trip to LEGOLAND UK. I was around 6 years old when my family and me went on a trip to England. Most details of the trip have been lost throughout the years, but one moment I can cloudily remember was the adventure and fun I had running through the never-ending park. My memory started with the picture of a gigantic entrance involving what seems to be a 200:1 scale of a Lego figurine. Bright yellow skin, scorching red body, and blue pants. Along with these pictures were sounds of people chattering, madness, and other kids dying to get in. Since the place is mainly created to satisfy children's, the group of people hanging around the entrance were mostly a group of family. There would be the same format for each group. The 2 awkwardly tired parents, the calm yet scary first-born child, and the energetic wild youngest child. The result of this was chaos. Enthusiastic kids would flock around the entrance while the 2 parents figure out what is wrong with their credit cards. “Can we get in yet” was the famous quote for the day. Fortunately, my family was prepared and bought the tickets beforehand. This avoided the pandemonium my parents might need to go through with me screaming and asking when we are going in.
After that period of craziness demanding to get in and adventure, we finally arrived inside the park. The exact timeline of the events cannot be recovered albeit the details and joy of each ride can.
One of the most memorable rides was the one themed with pirates. We would enter the so-called cavern of pirates. Objects were barely visible due to the lack of light. I shivered in fear of ghosts or monsters. My mouth opened and a question came out,
“Is this ride scary?” I shily asked the operator.
“No, it isn’t” He answered with a calm voice.
Even though the man only spoke 3 short words, I didn’t believe any of them.
The breeze air flew through and shivered my shaking arms. Sound of ghosts filled the room. This gave me a very dark feeling walking into the roller coaster starting room. My mind filled up with all the worse possible situations that could happen; ghosts coming out of nowhere, grabbing my soul, and dragging me out of the mortal realm; the whole building collapsing; psychopaths crawling out from the tiny creeks aiming to kidnap me and many more. While these thoughts were floating around in my head, my “positive” half of the brain were thinking about the fun and joy I would have during the ride.
Our turn to start arrived. We walked in and sat down on the cart. In front of me was a black gun mounted to the car. Lasers would shoot out according to the trigger placed beneath it. Slowly moving forward, the thrilling experience began. In less than 5 seconds, the cart excels to its full speed, and we were flashing through the different turns. My adrenaline rush took over and couldn’t focus on shooting the targets. Long before I knew it, the riveting ride came to an end. This overall experience gave me a memorable memory filled with euphoria.
Thank you for reading
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