This week’s Writing Adventure Group instructions were: “WAG #20: The First Time” Think of an activity (either of your own or something you observe of someone else) and write about the first time of that experience, and perhaps even compare it to subsequent experiences.
If you’d like to write a WAG of your own, there’s still time! All writers and bloggers welcome to join!
Today’s piece is short. No extra charge.
The sensation pulls at me like an inside-out foreboding. I’ve been here before; done this before. It started when I stepped on the lawn: the grass bright green and freckled with Dutch clover.
The images come like flashbulbs. Little girls in pinafores ran and played chase. A squeal. A giggle. The snapping of air as a teacher clapped her hands together. Is that me? She doesn’t look like me, with her thin lips and tight bun, but she feels like me.
The wind blows and I’m alone. The moment has passed, but the memory stays. I wish I could say this had never happened before. I wish I could remember who I was; who I am.