In This project we wrote a memoir and created a memory box out of exactly 50 Popsicle sticks.
Here is my memoir.
Nana's Locket
When I was a baby, Nana would make me gourmet baby food like mushed up stew, so when my mom came home from work and was really tired, she would try to feed me store bought baby food I would wrinkle my nose at it and wouldn't eat it. My nana was the person who took care of me when I was little. She would let me watch whatever I wanted on TV except when her show, a soap opera was on. I never got the meaning of that show. I loved Nana so much that one day when my grandpa came to pick me up, I told him I didn't want to go and I pitched a big fit. I wanted to stay there at Nana's house. When I got older Nana always gave me ice cream cones. She also used to let me drink diet root beer and occasionally let me have a sip of her coffee if I wanted to try it. When I fell over a stool at Nana's house and broke my arm, Nana didn't know what was wrong. She called my mom and she went to the hospital with us. She felt so guilty when she found out my arm was broken. My mom felt really bad that my Nana felt guilty. When I got older and I had to go to school, I still visited Nana occasionally. We would always give Nana presents on holidays and she would do the same for us.
This was not the Thanksgiving I had in mind. It all happened the day I got off school for Thanksgiving break, I was just getting excited for the holidays. I was watching TV and my mom turned it off and gave me the news. Nana was in the hospital. I was immediately worried. I started crying. My mom told me that the doctors thought it was cancer. My mom said,”If you want to visit her I'll look up the visiting hours and we'll go by the flower shop and get a bouquet.” I immediately said yes. My grandma met us at the hospital and we went in to my Nana's room. She was laying on the bed watching TV. She said she loved the flowers and was so happy to see me. It hurt me so much to see her in pain. I got in the car and through my tears said to my mom,” She's not going to get better is she?” My mom said she didn't know. A few weeks later Nana went home from the hospital and had nurses coming to her house. About a month after that, which was right about the time I got off school for Christmas break, I got really bad news, Nana had died. I cried and cried for two or three days, all day every day. I had never felt this way before. I hadn't really grasped the fact that she was actually gone. When I went to her funeral, I heard all the memories and just cried and cried. I never thought I could ever feel this kind of pain.
My mom and dad gave Nana a gold locket for Mother's Day. She loved it! She cut out a picture of me and put it in her locket. She always wore that locket. We always gave Nana Mother's Day and birthday presents, but I don't think she enjoyed any of them more than that locket. When she died her daughter, Jackie gave it to me. She really cherished that locket, so now that I have it, I love and care about it. That locket is more than just a necklace. It is a gift that holds the key to all my memories and recollections of Nana. When I think about those memories, it helps me remember how much Nana loved and cared about me. This locket is my greatest treasure. I would be devastated if something happened to it. In conclusion, this is my most valuable object and memory. Now I've shown you my greatest treasure, what's yours?
