Chapter 2: Dream or Real?

It is weird that my sister Megan and I have this memory. It looks like a dream, but we can remember it.

I was 5 or 6 years old when it happened. It was a warm Sunday morning. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen, chatting. My brother, Manuel, was one year younger than me. 3-years old Megan was with us too. I couldn't remember how the three of us got into Mom's white car. It wasn't actually our car. One of my uncles (or was it my grandfather) had owned this small, manual mobile for many years. It wasn't surprising that it still ran smooth.

The only moment I can recall is when action crashed in. Megan pressed the accelerator with two chubby hands. Manuel was sitting beside me, and I ended up stirring the wheel. You wouldn't believe this, but it's true. Megan and I bring this memory back quite a few times, and we remember the car rolling off the white iron gates, down the steep slope, turned left, and down the hill. I also can picture Mom's shrill scream from the back. I swiveled my head, and a woman with a face as white as an A4 paper waving her arms like spaghetti as she chased after the car. As I think about it, it looks scary. But in my child perspective, I would thought of this as an exciting adventure.

Mom must have left her keys in the ignition that caused us to start the engine and go crazy. Imagine three naughty children (well, two actually, Manuel had no idea that he was involved) drove our only car down the uneven road of the neighbourhood.

Megan and I tell Mom that this memory is real. But she keeps shaking her head, saying that she can't remember anything about it. It might have been a false memory, something a human brain can do to trick a human. But as far as I can picture, I have a feeling that this incident...feels real.

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I just want to say thank you for dropping by. My name is Michele Hii and I'm an aspiring writer. I have two blogs on Blogspot.com ("Life of A Writer" and "The Magic Mimosa Plant") and one blog on Wordpress.com that is left hanging (it's called Aspiring Lines and I'll get it active again someday this summer). You might ask me "Whoa, that's a lot of blogs. Why you're creating this fourth blog?" Well, you see, I have this dream of sharing my life with other people. I've taken four creative writing classes in Douglas College in BC, Canada, and my favourites among the classes are Personal Narrative and Memoir Writing. I just love to write about my past experiences and I love experimenting with story structures (linear timeline forms are my favourite), plus poetic phrases. Since I've shared a fair amount of my life stories with colleagues in two semesters, I decided to work on my first memoir. So this blog is all about my memoir. I'll post in-progress chapters here, and I'll find time to edit and rewrite before transforming these stories into a book.

But before we begin, I would like to share a little bit on what my memoir is all about. Towards the Sunset, Beneath the Snow is about a series of memories I can remember from my toddler years to my migration with my family to Canada. It's a basically a journey about how God has arranged all different kinds of people for me to meet, the experiences, for me to suffer and smile, as well as how I discover my passion in writing poetry and stories. I choose this title because I combine a sunset from Malaysia and snow from Canada into one picture to tell my readers that two worlds can connect into one big influence in my life.

List of Chapters
I'll post the chapter list later...