Memory Writing Short Story

Gustavo Flores
Per.5
Memory Writing I was sitting next to my brother in his room. We were watching something on Hulu. Not very much actively watching more than using it as background noise. It was pretty late, my dad usually finished work around four and it was an hour drive from Santa Paula to my house not including the extra time it would take for him to get ready. Dressed , showered, presentable to talk to my mom. Regardless of the time it was still pretty bright outside and hot. Like most other summer days but the room was cold. I was fully dressed, sweater, jeans, shoes. My brother was talking about the presidential debate, saying how much of a joke it was. Using humor to alleviate the severity of my current situation. I was anxious,

Whether the situation was physical or emotional the end result pulled through alright. During the first year of high school i knew i wanted to compete in a sport. I decided to join along with my brother and compete in swim. Initially coach Santi who was also the assistant principal at the time left me in junior varsity but due to the lack of boys we had on the team she changed who decision. The first event i had on varsity was against Sylmar which practiced in the same pool as us so we knew we were capable of winning. The event went well, i started the race well with a strong push of the wall. The flags above us indicated we were close enough to flip and push off the wall. Even though every so often water rushed into my nose and to an extend drowned me i finished in second. Even if i had finished in last place i would have been prepared for that. But the stress and anxiety that built up within me before the event was what really stayed with me. Standing there with my team, watching others complete their races, wondering if i was gonna be good enough.waiting to be good enough, holding on to the diving board with my back to the water, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle to start the race was the real challenge for

That maybe i was just nervous for no reason. But that's the case for most kids when put in a stressful situation. The fact also came to me that i wasn't really bothered by the situation the would cause emotional distress as much as i should have been. Having to change schools in the middle of the year and having to make new friends, visiting family in mexico for the first time, experiencing my parents divorce. All these could be big events in a child's life but i always knew it would turn out fine in the end, that my would go on relatively the same. It was the unease before each event that stayed with me more than anything that happened during that time. When my parents were talking in the dining room of the old house i was in my room alone playing with Hot Wheels cars. Out of curiousity i sneak out of my room to try to listen exactly what they were saying. My mother's face was emotionless yet had tears streaming down her face. She wasn't ready for the talk she would have to have with my brothers and i. My father had a serious deep tone of voice unheard by me. I dashed back to my room with an uncontrollable sense of nervousness. Legs shaking and stomach in knots, with almost a sensation of vomiting but no tears ever touched my face. My brothers and i knew what we were gonna talk about and what each of our responses were gonna be. Finally called out of our rooms my father asks in a stern