Wednesday, September 30, 2009
My Earliest Memory
My earliest memory is of when I stole my parent car. I was around the age of four or five. My older sister and I stayed up late and played the game Truth or Dare. She dared me to drive our parent car down the drive way and back. I wasn't the type to let a dare go to waste. I got in the car and turned the key. She saw that I was comfortable going down the driveway and back. She then triple doggie dared me to drive around the block, this meant I had to. I did it! No one told so no one cared.
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Grade: 9.5/10
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• Run-on sentence should have been connected by a semicolon or split into two: She then triple doggie dared me to drive around the block, this meant I had to.
I liked your manner of delivery when telling us about an early memory. Since many good details were included, I could really visualize this cute little 5-year-old girl driving, who wasn't even tall enough to look over the steering wheel. I appreciated the humor, too. I don't think we ever get enough true, funny stories. Hey, did your parents ever find out about their car? Christine, it's a good thing your partner in crime never dared you to fly off the roof of the house!!
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