I REMEMBER

 

Integrative Seminar 1: Memoir, Fall 2018

Qianyi Wang

I Remember/I Imagine final

9/30/2018

 

 

I remember the green apple flavor lollipop that I used to have.

I imagine I become a vampire who only eats green apple flavor lollipop.

 

I remember I asked my dad why he stops his job as an artist, he said that is because of my birth.

I imagine my dad were still an artist.

 

I remember that I used to forget bring the key.

I imagine that Yaya could open the door for me but he is a cat.

 

I remember my favorite book that I read in my childhood is called <<Dipe and her wild animal friends>>.

I imagine communicating with wild animals just like her.

 

I remember when I was 4, I didn’t know how to write. I created my own pattern and wrote on my little blue notebook.

I imagine one day I can find that notebook, read it again to see if I can understand.

 

I remember the red flower dress that my mom made for me, she has a similar one.

I imagine one day when I get a child, I will do the same thing as she did for me.

 

I remember eating two lavender macaroons.

I imagine becoming a fantastic baker.

 

 

I remember when, I read the whole Harry Potter in one week.

I imagine that I get the offer from Hogwarts.

 

I remember I made a very very ridiculous necklace by stone  for my mom when I was 10.

I imagine her internal monologue behind the smelling must be saying how ridiculous this necklace is.

 

I remember the tattoo shop in the old street, I sit there for 2 hours and then I got my first tattoo.

I imagine how I will look like with that tattoo when I am 80.

 

I remember the tattoo shop in the east village, where is one of my favorite places in New York. I got my second tattoo there but this time I drew the pattern by my own.

I imagine showing my tattoos to my parents.

 

I remember when, in grade 10, dating with grade 12 means you are so cool.

I imagine wearing quirky clothes in my high school.

 

I remember how much, in grade 12, I wanted to be free and live by my myself.

I imagine crying in the empty living room of my own apartment.

 

I remember that my grandmother asked me if I could stay with her one more day.

I imagine saying yes.

 

I remember I cried in the park because I lost the pink and white tennis racket that my dad gave me.

I imagine playing tennis in the park with that pink and white racket.

 

I remember last summer I went back home and I saw the ugly necklace is still in her jewelry box.

I imagine how people will think if they see my mom with this necklace in a party.

 

I remember I hit a girl accidently by my tennis racket because she stood behind me while I was training. She cried and her mom angered with me.

I imagine giving her mom another punch.

 

I remember the first time I went to primary school, I was too late and I couldn’t find the classroom.

I imagine I were late at my own wedding and everybody were staring at me in surprise when I walked in.

 

I remember the first time I touched the belly of my pregnant aunt, it was stiffer and warmer than I thought it would be.

I imagine I was there when my mother birthed me and saw everything happened that she told me later.

 

I remember how much energy I used to have.

I imagine the running 3km without break.

 

I remember eating salmon the first time when the soft exotic taste of raw meat bounced between my teeth.

I imagine swallowing a tooth which just comes off in my mouth.

 

 

I remember dancing on the stage of my high school.

I imagine the stage light shining into my eyes.

 

I remember watching my sister’ s dance at Lincoln Center.

I imagine she spend one more day in New York and I will bring her to Sarabeth’s.

 

 

I remember picking more than 3 books and read it before sleeping.

I imagine I become a famous writer and create a world like Harry Potter.

 

 

I remember the best birthday that I’ve is 18th.

I imagine how happy I am if I see those girls again.

 

I remember eating shack shake in Madison Park in a sunny day.

I imagine losing 20 pounds.

 

I remember the first time I went to New York, I have no idea this is the city that I will spent all my collage life.

I imagine living in Paris.

 

 

 

 

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