Real or Fake....

Memory #1

"Mommy, Mommy, Moooooommyy!!"

I remember the time when I was kidnapped and thought I'd never see my family again. I was so scared and all I could remember saying was "mommy." I think I was 5 or 6 at the time, according to my mom, when I got lost in the mall. I was running in and out of racks play hide and seek. After a few times my mom told me to sit still and not move. Of course I didn't, I ran and hid in a bunch of clothes on a rack. I didn't hear my mom yell for me so after awhile I finally came out. Well when I came out of the rack I bumped into a tall man. I said, "mommy, mommy...." next thing I know I was crying hysterically and the man picked me up and took me to his car. I cried and cried some more until finally I couldn't cry anymore. It felt like he drove me around for hours but finally we stopped. He picked me up and took me inside this big building which I later found out was a police station. I guess the man told the police my story and next thing I knew my mom and dad showed up. They picked me up and took me home. That memory is one I will never forget. Needless to say I never left my moms side again.

Memory #2

Boom! Boom! Boom! "Ouch, my head!" That's something I will never forget I heard when my friend killed someone. I was 16 years old and was out after a football game with about 7 other friends. Sarah, my best friend, said she was going to drive me home. My mom said it was okay as long as I was home by 11pm. So it was about 10:45pm and Sarah was speeding to get me home on time. Well she hit a curb and up she went. She hit a woman that was on her bike, and she hit her hard. We were wearing our seat-belts and were fine but when we got out of the car the woman was on the ground with blood everywhere. She kept saying, "ouch my head." Those words stuck in my mind everyday for years. We called 911 and they took her to the hospital. After dealing with the police my mom came and picked me up. The next day, I went to the hospital to visit the lady but they said she didn't make it. Till this day, every time I get to that intersection I freeze up and recap that night. I still feel responsible even though my friend says it was her fault. She's been paying for it for 5 years. In fact, she just got off probation early this year.

A "Good Writer"

In my eyes, Stephen King is a "good writer." When reading his memoirs I learned about what it takes to me a good writer in his eyes. I find most of what he says to ring true as it is so knowing that it's coming from him just makes it that much more credible. One point he makes is that in order to be a good writer one most "read and write a lot." I think he is right, when it comes to books that I read, I find it easier and more interesting if the author actually has experience and training as well as is educated.

I also learned how King felt about certain writers. One's that were in his eyes good and others that were not so good. It is interesting to read memoirs coming from such a renowned author like King. I learned a lot about his thoughts and previous life experience through reading his memoirs. I liked getting that background about his family life, in regards to his father and uncles professions. When he talked about the toolbox, the way he writes helped me envision what he describes.