Memoir.

It was a serene morning. The birds were chirping and dancing through the broad oak tree that stood tall outside my bedroom window. I opened my eyes and they were blinded by the dazzling sun that was shining through the glass, creating a shadow on the wall due to the blinds that were slightly open. I could smell the delicious cooking of hot buttery pancakes sitting in the metal pan on the stove, while I …

…my old time favorite movies, Beethoven 2. My teacher and all of my classmates were putting all their attention on me and I loved it. Being the center of the class made me feel great. My classmates at lunch would even give up their play time to come and sit with me. I would tell the story over and over again everyday. This is probably why I enjoy being in the spotlight and always telling stories.