My Experience
When asked to pick a single experience that I would never forget, I was completely perplexed for quite a few reasons. The first question that came to mind was how on earth I was supposed to know what the experience would be that I would never forget. The only plausible solution to that question would be to build a time machine so I could travel to the exact moment before I died and ask myself what exactly I remembered of the years in which I was ages zero to seventeen. It seemed highly unlikely that I would be able to build a time machine in the short amount of time that I had, so I just had to imagine what would take place if that were to happen. I imagined myself racing to the side of my dying future self as she rolled around in agony from exposure to Ebola. (It was either that or radiation. I couldn’t tell). I told future me all about my essay and all of the completely legitimate reasons why I decided to partake in my journey, and future me was really confused. Long story short, I got distracted by the flying cars and future me died before I could get an answer. So I was back to square one. The second reason I knew I would have a hard time with this prompt was because of the fact that the only memory I could recall at the moment was what I had eaten for lunch that day. I tried a little harder and I remembered that the night before when I had taken my dog for a walk, she had eaten some poop off of the sidewalk and I thought it was gross. Should I write an entire essay about my dog and her poop? I thought. After a lot of deep thinking, comparing tables, graphs, and charts, doing intense research, and baking a cake, I decided I would write about my experience writing this particular essay. “You won’t remember writing this essay forever.” One might say. But I will, and you know why? I will print this essay out and staple it to the bedroom wall of every house I will ever live in, therefore being reminded of it every day. I will just make myself remember it forever. Much easier than having to go back into the future to watch myself die of Ebola/ radiation poisoning again. (It wasn’t a pleasant thing to watch. It looked like I was in excruciating pain).
It was a beautiful September afternoon. The temperature was eighty-two degrees with a slight breeze. I had gotten home from school at 3:30 in the afternoon, intent on finishing my essay four days before it was due so I could devote all of my time to failing AP Biology. I sat outside in my back yard, far away from the box of marbles that seems to distract me from my work on a daily basis. I had written the first three letters of my name when I noticed something sitting near the base of the tree twenty yards away from me, so of course I had to check it out. Turns out it was a rock. I had thought for a second it was a bouncy ball. I threw the rock into the pool in frustration. At that point I thought it would be fun to climb the tree, so I did, and I made it all the way to the top. I felt incredibly proud of myself for completing such a feat, so I decided to go celebrate with ice cream. While eating the ice cream, I dribbled some on my shirt and I ran up to my room to go change it, but realized it was my last shirt. I had forgotten the fact that I hadn’t done a load of laundry in about four weeks, so I decided that would probably be a good idea at that point in time. After I put some clothes in the washer, I got a sudden, uncontrollable urge to clean my room. The last time I had cleaned my room was the last time I had done a load of laundry, so you can imagine what it looked like. While rummaging through the musky, roach laden piles under my bed, I found a bouncy ball, which made me incredibly happy and super energetic. (It is important to note that the energy level I reached at that point in time matched, if not exceeded, the energy level a three year old would reach after ingesting seventeen bags of skittles). I was more than entertained by my bouncy ball, but I couldn’t help but get distracted by those damn marbles. By the time I realized what had happened it was 9:00 pm, and I was tired from my long day of playing with toys and climbing trees so I opted to watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding instead of doing my homework. It took me another two days to finish my essay but I finally did it, and it was an experience I will never forget.
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