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A 5 page creative writing sample essay that offers an example of how to write autobiographically. The writer offers 5 memories of childhood and as a young adult that shaped the individual in the present. No bibliography is offered.
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everywhere, the heart of existence is the family. It is the structure of family that either defines a childhood as beneficial and fulfilling or lacking in some way. Fortunately for
me, my family was very close. My parents were nurturing and loving, but also offered my sister and I guidance and structure. My mother was old-fashioned and believed that
nothing smelled nicer than clothes hung to dry on a line in the sunshine. One of my earliest memories is helping my mother do laundry. I would hand her a
piece of wet clothing from the laundry basket and she would hand it on the line. I felt very responsible being allowed to do this because if I dropped a
piece it would have to be washed over again and my mother had stressed that this was a huge responsibility. I took this very seriously. Some of the clothes would
be quite heavy because they were wet and I remember how my small arms would begin to ache if Mother did not take the piece from me right away. If
I feared dropping the wet clothing, I would carefully lay it back in the basket. I believe that this experience began planting the seeds of my adult nature, as
I still take my responsibilities very seriously. Throughout my childhood, my parents had chores for us and household responsibilities for which we were held accountable. It seems to me that
many American families do not expect anything of their children until they are grown and then responsible action comes as a strange and foreign burden to them. However, life
was not all responsibility. Before taking the dried sheets down from the line, my mother would let me run through them, feeling them caressing my face as they blew in
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