Casual: Children shouldn’t being walking alone throughout the town. This never stopped my parents from allowing me to do so however. I never remember anyone asking where my mother was as I waited for the light to turn green so I could cross the street; I was a four year old child at the time.  I have a vivid memory I cannot seem to get rid of even now at age forty. I can picture being at a party with a bloody knife hanging from an arm which was at my eye level. It is a horrible memory I can’t seem to shake, as much as I try to get it out of my mind it never goes away.

Academic Writing: At three years old, something changed my life. I hold a memory that is vivid and will not leave my mind. I am now forty years old and I still hold the memory of being at a party and seeing the gruesome bloody knife hanging from an arm.  I remember going to the laundry store alone. I walked down the stairs and across the road, stopped and wait for the red light to turn green to cross the long street. As a four year old I thought “surely someone will ask me where my mother is.” However nobody ever asked or question why a four year old was walking alone through a crowded city.  

Reflection: I found this exercise hard to do because I was trying to write in different voices and it was just harder for me to get into two different characters