Personal Memoir
It seems that the older I get, more and more of my precious memories are lost. Although I am only seventeen years old I can’t remember many things about my early childhood years. I also don’t recall many memories about some of the places I’ve been, and some of the people I’ve known. Ironically I’ve found that the things that I want to remember always get forgotten, and the things that I want to forget always seem to stick around. Among these things are many of the embarrassing moments of my past. In times of personal weakness these disquieting memories seem to stab at my self-esteem like an inmate with an ice pick. One such event happened over the summer of 2001 at my best friend Ross Mohr’s house. When I arrived at Ross’ door I was greeted by his dad, who was eager to show me his new fish tanks. As I followed Mr. Mohr in to his
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Some common words found in the essay are:
Ross Emily, Ross Mohrs, Ironically Ive, PERSONAL MEMOIR, piece candy, fish tanks, mohr office, ross emily,
Approximate Word count = 576
Approximate Pages = 2 (250 words per page double spaced)
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