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Write a memory forgotten, a memory that is wished to be forgotten, and one that he hopes never will.
Nate was seven years old, and as most children of that age his greatest ambition was to visit the zoo at the end of the school year. His mother packed a paper bag with his lunch, and as every year before, had drawn a simple picture on the outside in crayons. This year it was of a rocket-man riding a dinosaur, his name emblazoned across the top with stars. ‘Nate Anderson, grade 2’. He got on the bus with all the other children, bouncing in his seat and singing songs that someone in the back (the ‘cool’ area) at the top of their lungs. ‘this is the song that never ends. It just goes on and on my friends…’.
It was hot outside, a true May afternoon, but that didn’t stop Nate, no, not for a moment. He had a goal, a dream, he was going to see a dinosaur, his books, and his teachers might tell him otherwise but Nate knew they were there. It was long after they stopped for lunch, almost time to go home when they reached the Africa exhibit. When Nate saw it, he knew he had found what he was looking for. A smile exploded across his face as we waved at the large horned grey beast. Sure, the sign on the gate explained the Latin name Diceros bicornis and how the Black Rhino was critically endangered, but Nate didn’t even notice or care. He had found his dinosaur.
It sounds odd that his worst memory one so short. Nate always hated bodies, ever since he was four years old and saw a dead bunny on the side of the road. The first funeral he ever attuned, he was sixteen and didn’t even know the girl. Heck, he didn’t even know her name til the officer on scene found her drivers license. She was fourteen.
In the state of Missouri it is legal to earn your driver’s license at the age of 13 with the prerequisite that you only drive for the family, to and from school, and for work. It was common enough in the rural areas, such as where his mother was currently working. Everyone told him after the fact that she was already dead when he came across the wreckage, but Nate swore as he speed off to the next available phone, she blinked.
She was fourteen.
It was some local band playing on stage, a cover artist reworking ‘Bobby McGee’ to her own convoluted desires. She was wearing a blue sweater and they were the only pair not on the dance floor. Nate decided to try and make a joke of this, to lean over and be witty, he knew he could be… “Nice song yeah?” However, before she could reply to his oh-so-witty comments, his elbow met his drink and the table soon received a good soak in liquor. Perfect.
They both were soon on their feet, once again laughing awkwardly as he tried to cover himself. “So sorry this never happens, really, it never does…” Lying again and again he offered a hand out to her as a waiter soon came to take over the cleaning. “Want to uh.. dance?”
Their first song was Me and Bobby McGee, hopefully, it wasn’t overly appropriate.
Nathan Anderson
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Nate was seven years old, and as most children of that age his greatest ambition was to visit the zoo at the end of the school year. His mother packed a paper bag with his lunch, and as every year before, had drawn a simple picture on the outside in crayons. This year it was of a rocket-man riding a dinosaur, his name emblazoned across the top with stars. ‘Nate Anderson, grade 2’. He got on the bus with all the other children, bouncing in his seat and singing songs that someone in the back (the ‘cool’ area) at the top of their lungs. ‘this is the song that never ends. It just goes on and on my friends…’.
It was hot outside, a true May afternoon, but that didn’t stop Nate, no, not for a moment. He had a goal, a dream, he was going to see a dinosaur, his books, and his teachers might tell him otherwise but Nate knew they were there. It was long after they stopped for lunch, almost time to go home when they reached the Africa exhibit. When Nate saw it, he knew he had found what he was looking for. A smile exploded across his face as we waved at the large horned grey beast. Sure, the sign on the gate explained the Latin name Diceros bicornis and how the Black Rhino was critically endangered, but Nate didn’t even notice or care. He had found his dinosaur.
It sounds odd that his worst memory one so short. Nate always hated bodies, ever since he was four years old and saw a dead bunny on the side of the road. The first funeral he ever attuned, he was sixteen and didn’t even know the girl. Heck, he didn’t even know her name til the officer on scene found her drivers license. She was fourteen.
In the state of Missouri it is legal to earn your driver’s license at the age of 13 with the prerequisite that you only drive for the family, to and from school, and for work. It was common enough in the rural areas, such as where his mother was currently working. Everyone told him after the fact that she was already dead when he came across the wreckage, but Nate swore as he speed off to the next available phone, she blinked.
She was fourteen.
It was some local band playing on stage, a cover artist reworking ‘Bobby McGee’ to her own convoluted desires. She was wearing a blue sweater and they were the only pair not on the dance floor. Nate decided to try and make a joke of this, to lean over and be witty, he knew he could be… “Nice song yeah?” However, before she could reply to his oh-so-witty comments, his elbow met his drink and the table soon received a good soak in liquor. Perfect.
They both were soon on their feet, once again laughing awkwardly as he tried to cover himself. “So sorry this never happens, really, it never does…” Lying again and again he offered a hand out to her as a waiter soon came to take over the cleaning. “Want to uh.. dance?”
Their first song was Me and Bobby McGee, hopefully, it wasn’t overly appropriate.
Nathan Anderson
Original Character
556