el ingles
I was sooo pwoud today
Yay ME!!
I got my first piece of english work back ((finally)) && my teacher said she was really impressed because i had told her beforehand that i always had trouble with my memory and generally i build on stories i was told about myself at childhood but really i have NO memories &&& she said that it was really unoticable because i wrote such a detailed account of my memory that "it provokes many emotions and questions to the reader"
here's my little memory we were meant to produce as an introduction to the unit :D
Not quite a little girl anymore, even I knew that. People think that when you're young you are in a bubble protected from the madness that is Life and all that goes on around you. There's a lot more to it, a lot more you capture than people know. Things change all too quickly though, we all know that and with Christmas nearby and the smoke from 15 candles long dispersed from the house, it was soon back to routine.
I found one of those scented soaps and just sat on my bedroom floor taking in the fragrance. I thought of my mother's scent and how it seemed to follow her wherever she went and hide in her clothing. At 9, I used to catch her at secret moments early in the morning as she prepared for work, carefully selecting her jewellery for the day as I watched in fascination. Sometimes I’d wear her tops not caring that they never fit but hugging myself as though longing for some warmth. She’d even tell me to shut my eyes, lift my neck and would ever so delicately dab a little perfume on my neck like I was a grown up. There was never really time for that anymore and it would be silly to ask so I guess I treasured those faded memories hidden in perfume bottles.
