The first exercise to release the writer within! Take one memory (no births, deaths, or other moments with significant impact) and write about it, with the words "I don't remember why I remember..." in the beginning.
I don't remember why I remember lying. Perhaps it is because of how outrageously audacious the fib actually sounded. It wasn't a very good lie. The evidence had blatantly been drawn across our faces yet, being young and naive, we insisted on denying any involvement. The room was a massive mess, walls inked with stamps, and piles of make-up destroyed. Rotten, mischievous children. This was not the first time, nor would it be the last, that we'd be subjected to a firing range of turbulent questioning. Time and again, we would dance our ritual. It never worked once, but only delayed the inevitable punishment.
i don't remember why I remember you sleeping on the leather slug couch curled up with dried tears on your cheeks. Nobody else was home that night and that Eric Clapton song 'wonderful tonite' was on the mtv and I was getting ready to go out on a friday night. Your iguana died that day and you were heartbroken. I watched you sleeping and felt your sadness like I've never felt before. I think I even cried a little. Then I poured out some bottles of tonic water and filled them up with dad's dewars. My ride came and I left.
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