In class, we are writing a series of about five memoirs. We have to write about memorable moments in our lives. The following memoir tells of an event that happened to me when I was little, and I'll probably never forget it.
Peter the Rabbit
Every little kid has an imaginary friend that only they can see. Every kid gets in trouble. When you think about it, it only seems natural that some little kids blame things they do on their imaginary friends. Some get away with this, and some don’t.
I was about four or five years old when I decided that I was going to have an imaginary friend. I loved the Peter Rabbit series that my mom read to me and my sister, so I named my imaginary friend Peter. There was no surprise that he was a rabbit. Although I wanted to, I never actually saw Peter. I just liked the idea of him. For awhile, we had lots of fun together. We played games, and I even tried some of the tricks that kids with imaginary friends pulled on TV; they never seemed to work.
One day I was sitting in the living room when I noticed a pair of scissors sitting on the table. I don’t remember why I did it, but I started to cut up the blinds. After a few minutes they were a complete wreck. I was very startled when my sister showed up at the doorway.
“Oooooo!” she yelled, “I’m telling Mommy!” With that, she ran out of the room to alert my mom of what I had done. I scrambled to figure out an excuse that would get me out of trouble. In a matter of seconds my mom came into the room, and I was out of time.
“WHAT DID YOU DO! Well, answer me!” she yelled as I stood there staring up at her hopelessly. I was extremely scared. I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly a light bulb went off in my head.
“Peter did it,” I blurted without thinking.
“PETER!” she almost shrieked.
For a brief second I thought she believed my enormously obvious lie. I soon found out otherwise. Minutes later I was getting the worst spanking of my life. If Peter did exist, he must have run away because I never mentioned him again.