Freewrite: My First Memory

July 12, 2006

My First Memory

My first memory has to do with going to the park. The park is called Montavilla Park. Its right across the street from a Burger Ville. I used to go there with my mom and my sister when we were younger. We would go almost everyday after school. The park was located at the bottom of this hill. My mom would also drive the lane next to the curbs because that’s where all the “bumps” were from the intersections of the streets. My sister and me thought it was so much fun. I don’t really know how old I was at this time. But I think I was in 1^st grade.

The park was big. At the time I thought it was big. There were swings, monkey bars, a tether ball pole, swimming pool, paths. I would roller blade down those paths along the swimming pool. I always wanted to go swimming in the swimming pool. All the kids seemed like they were having so much fun. I never went though; my mom thought it was too dangerous. Also because I didn’t know how to swim yet. They were surrounded by trees. The sea-saws were on the other side of the park. It seemed like a far walk. They were located behind the seating area where people would have picnics and barbecues. The sea-saw never worked for me because I was heavier than my sister.

I was at the park on the swings and my mom was pushing me. My little sister was also on the swings but since she was younger she would sit in the baby swing seat. I remember feeling very nauseous because I was swinging so high. I wanted to get off the swing. I remember calling to my mom to let me down. For some reason I became very scared. I didn’t know if I was going to get off the swing or not. I wanted to jump off. I didn’t feel safe swinging so high. I felt alone.

Swinging so high, I felt so alone.

I would swing higher but I felt so alone.

Loneliness is not having your feet on the ground.