The Memories by Taylor Turpitt (Freshman)

Author: Taylor Turpitt



I have memories of blue skies and fields of flowers but those memories aren’t mine, they are someone else’s. My memories are of my dad yelling and hitting my mom and me, but my memories are not all bad because the scars I have told stories of my past. I have memories of death and pain that grow every time I think of the loved ones that have passed but those memories make me who I am. I hate my memories but I would not change them for anything. Though I have no memories of blue skies or fields of flowers, I have memories that I will keep forever and learn from every day of my life.