This reminds me of...

While I was unpacking some of my belongings the other night, I came across and old notebook from a writing class I took the second semester of my freshman year at SAIC.  I decided I'm going to post some of my old writings based on prompts from that class starting with one that I find highly amusing.

Prompt: 

Write about the memory triggered by the feel of what is in the bag.

8. This object reminds me of all the weddings we had to go to in Parker.  There must have been like ten of them throughout my childhood.

7. This reminds me of the gum I used to chew to stay awake in my boring high school classes.

6. This reminds me of those stupid mood bead bracelets that everyone had in eighth grade.  I wanted them so badly, but for no good reason.

5. This kind of reminds me of a Fourth of July firework which makes me think of when I was five and my cousin Joel started the ditch on fire with one.

4. This reminds me of the first real watch I ever owned; it was a Tigger face without numbers.  I got it because I was going to be a crossing guard in the fifth grade.

3. This reminds me of nights when we had muffins for dinner.  They were always a treat.

2. This reminds me of Mere when I babysat her last semester and she and Alicia fought over who had collected more rocks.

February 28, 2005

We never actually knew what was in the bags (or if we did, I certainly don't remember).