Memoir Of Cheetahs: A Narrative Fiction

Memoir Draft I was laying in bed on just another normal sunday not knowing what was yet to come, when I suddenly looked outside. Snow as white as a polar bear as far as the eye could see. Right at that moment I ran out of bed, looked at my brother and said, “Griswold. Sledding.” My brother looked at me with excitement and we both ran to our rooms to get dressed. When we were dressed, we were off to find our sleds as happy as can be. Once we found them we told our parents where we were heading off to and then sprinted up to Griswold School as fast as cheetahs. When we got there, out of breath, I gasped and said, “Me first!”. So I got on my snowboard and went down the hill. I went flying down the hill a million miles per hour and got to the
When I was all the way at the top of the hill, I told Marino to go. He layed back on his snow tube, I gave him a big push, and he was on his way. My brother started out really fast down the hill and he was loving it. Then I noticed something. It was not a good thing. My brother ws changing directions. “Oh shit that is a big tree.” I took off. I was running as fast as I could toward him. He had no control over his direction and was headed for the biggest tree in the woods. There was no way I was catching him so I stopped as he said, “Oh Shit!”. When he said that I thought, how does he know how to swear, he’s only 7 years old. Right at that moment, BOOM! My brother smacked into the tree so hard both of his shoes came off, the tube went an additional 50 feet into the wood, his jacket came off, and he hit his head pretty hard on the tree. I came sprinting down very worried to see my brother lying on the ground. “Marino are you okay? Are you hurt? Tell me what hurts?” He looks at me and smiles, “Can we do that again?” I just looked at him and rolled my eyes. “Does anything hurt?” I asked nervously. “Yes. My leg and head hurt pretty bad.” I suddenly became worried. This was all my fault. If I just stayed down there I could've stopped him from