There’s a writing exercise that I did in my Writer’s Workshop class during my senior year of high school. We write a “poem” with every sentence starting with “I remember.” There is no right or wrong way to do this. Each sentence is as haphazard as my thoughts.
I remember when I lied about being rich in 2nd grade.
I remember I told everyone that I came to school in white limos.
I remember my friends believing and then doubting me.
I remember Dad telling me we were too poor to buy Haagen Dazs at the airport.
I remember playing doctor with my mom.
I remember her falling asleep every time we played.
I remember her three miscarriages.
I remember my ignorance.
I remember my life being full of contradictions and oxymorons and ultimatums.
I remember on my 13th birthday, I wanted to run away and live on my own in the woods.
I remember my 14th birthday when I could call someone my best friend.
I remember the next year when everything was gone.
I remember seeing my childhood friend at camp.
I remember seeing her ignore me and talk to other people.
I remember going down an abyss unable to find the thin rope to pull myself out.
I remember people calling me fake and controlling.
I remember when they called me Dictator Daun.
I remember smiling for the sake of others.
I remember being alone.
I remember being surrounded with memories instead of reality.
Sorry this is diverging from what I promised to write about. I have a lot to get off my chest, and exposing myself to the Internet is something I believe can help.