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Lights, Camera, Action!

Welcome to week 23. This weeks’ topic: My most memorable experience

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 My most memorable experience happened in first year French in high school.

The principal of the high school I attended notified my teacher that our first-year class had been invited to perform on public television. The class was over the moon because we were going to be on TV.

It was to be a thirty-minute program but filming took much longer. The teacher, Mrs. Meadows, selected two groups of four students each to perform a skit of fractured French and an action scene of the French Revolution. I remembered one line from the fractured skit, “Mercy bucket, monster.” The correct line is “Merci beaucoup, Monsieur.”

Two of us, me and another student recited poems. My poem was Le Corbeau et Le Renard (The Crow and The Fox). I was pretty stoked to stand in front of those hot lights and camera, and I was nervous at the same time so I giggled a lot.

There were plenty of “retakes” because we would burst into laughter when someone flubbed their lines. And when Mrs. Meadows snapped her baton in two, we knew to stop our antics and get serious so we could wrap it up and go back to school.

The last act was singing the French National Anthem which we sang without a hitch. I enjoyed that outing. Our class was never offered that opportunity again. Maybe other schools had to have a turn.  Our next adventure, the next year was a trip to France, but I didn’t get the chance to go. Money was tight at home in my sophomore year.

Don’t forget to visit other authors in this blog hop to read about their most memorable experiences.

 

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My Earliest Memory

It’s week 2 of the MFRW blog hop. Please be sure to check all of the other participants here.

I gave this topic plenty of thought. There are some memories that stand out, they may not be the earliest but are definitely remembered fondly. I asked my mom about some of my earliest times and this is what we came up with, my earliest memory was a snowy day. I was fairly young, maybe four years old when I saw it. I grew up in the southern part of the United States so we didn’t see a lot of snow, really none at all. My dad mentioned that snow was in the forecast for that night and that it might be a heavy fall. I must have asked what it was and how loud it would be when it fell but he told me to get ready for bed and I’d see in the morning. I went to bed wondering if the fall would wake me up during the night.

The next day, I ran to the window in the living room of our second-floor apartment, opened the curtains and there was all of this white stuff all over the ground, the cars, and trees. The day looked extra bright and shiny because the sunlight bounced off of the snow on the ground and it still floated down from the sky. There was no loud noise when it touched the ground. That stuff didn’t look heavy. I guess I was disappointed because, you know, when you’re four everything is supposed to be exciting and dramatic. It wasn’t. Dad bundled me in my coat, hat, and gloves. Me, dad and mom went outside to examine this phenomenon. Snow covered the stoop and steps. We stepped off the last step onto the ground.

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My feet sank into snow up to my ankles. It was cold and wet. Not sure I liked it. Mom picked up some snow, rounded it into a ball and handed it to me. It looked like the colored iced cones we would buy from Mr. Taylor’s truck in the summer only this one was white. I licked it but it didn’t taste like Mr. Taylor’s cones. Disappointed again. My parents decided to show me what we could do with snow. We made a snowman just like the poor little fellow pictured above. We then had a snowball fight and later took our frozen selves inside to warm up in front of the heater and drink hot cocoa.

In later years I grew to like and appreciate snow because as I said it doesn’t snow much in the south but when it does, businesses and schools closed and I like that!

So what about your earliest memory? Tell me in the comments.

 

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving 2017

A time to give thanks for all of our blessings. A time to spend with family and friends, sitting down to a wholesome and hearty homecooked meal and togetherness. Remembering that time that…(you fill in the blank).  A time to reflect on all of the trials and accomplishments that have happened this year. Give Thanks.

I hope your day is the best ever and if you read this on Friday, I hope your celebration has been all you wished it to be.