Our LS has written a memoir for his AP English class. He wrote about the thrill of getting his driver's license and how being able to drive has changed his life. The freedom to go to see friends, go to the movies and drive a carpool makes him feel grown-up. I'm charmed that his teacher assigned "memoir" as a form of literature and that her class is reflecting on their lives. Their lives so far.... These are 16 and 17 year olds. LS read Hemingway's A Moveable Feast to prepare himself. I'm not sure anything Ernest did compares to the thrill of driving alone in the Piney Woods.
If you wrote a memoir, what would you recall for your readers?
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