Memories as we Remember them

Real Vs Fake... you tell me

In high school you'll let friends do anything to you, if it makes you cooler. I spent a good couple months with my best friend trying to impress two other girls, who we kind of knew. We wanted to be more like them, understand life they way they did. Have people worship us, like the way these other two "best friends" were. We finally started hanging out with them, and one night we were have a major sleep over at my house. Someone came up with this genius plan to let Whitney cut bangs for me. I loved it, she looked cool and super pretty, so if she knew nothing about hair cutting, it wouldn't matter right? Wrong. She butchered my hair. Then it got worse when my best friend thought they looked pretty good, so she said "I'm Next!" Next thing you know she has intense, horribly chopped layers that create a bird ready to take flight on her head. Dark brown and blond hair covered the floor in my basement. And just looking at eachother we both knew what the other was thinking...
A couple months later by bangs grew out enough that I could stop the pinned back look. But it took at least a year later for my best friend to grow back the hair she had. And still it looked thin. We learned a pretty good lesson that night.

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In was really hot in July this year, there were a ton of people over enjoying the hot sun, while swimming in my pool. Trees covered the sun from heating the water, usually making the water to cold to get into, but today it was perfect. It cooled your skin to the perfect degree. Slowing the day began to fade into dusk, and it became harder to see outside, but still just as sticky hot. Even more so as the sun started to disappear. I went inside quickly to order pizza for everyone, it had been a long day and we'd all grown an appetite. I got off the phone in time to hear someone scream loudly. I jumped to my feet and sprinted to the poolside, trying to stop quickly to figure out what happened but I slipped on the puddle near the pool and slipped right down onto my butt. I felt the hard cement crush my bottom, instantly pounding my body to a stop. I tried to hide the tears and slowly everyone started to point and laugh. I jumped quickly into the water as to hide the tears that slowly slid down my cheecks.. hoping the pain would go away if i tried swimming. No such luck.

Writing like a king

Reading King's memoir was completely different than what I expected. I've never read any of his novels and don't really like what his books are about either. I do however know he's a house hod name.
From someone who has so much experience in writing, and an interesting life of his own, I would expect to have learned something of value from King. One thing that really struck my interest was his idea of finding what you're good at and embracing it.
So many people do this in daily life, most seeking a career after something they're good at. If you excel in high school in a particular subject, you view that as your strong point. So if you get straight A's in math or science through school, when it times to go to college you're more likely to pick a career that's heavy in those subjects, especially because it's something you probably enjoy doing. Sometimes you're good at them and don't want to do that. Which is okay, is just means you look for something that comes naturally that you do enjoy doing. This choice in life is one that King uses as a writing strategy, I learned from him that this can become a technique in your writing.
I love the idea that says find what you're good at and use that in your writing. Not doing an entire mix of writing techniques, some of which you could entirely fail at. If you don't understand how to personify something, don't do it. King has a lot of genius writing ideas, but this was one that I really connected with. I tend to get into phases where I write a particular way and keep doing it over and over again because I'm good at it, or feel I'm getting continually better at it. King's telling me that it's okay for me to stick with what I'm good at, and understand. Rather than being all over the place and making myself a bad writer.
Thanks King!

Water is life.
Water is air.
Water is happiness.
Water is the color in which I feel.

Water is love.
Water is