Personal Narrative: Revised Memoire

Revised Memoire
People change, minds change,places change,but memories don’t. Memories are good and bad, but they make up your life. Our lives are full of memories, like on holidays.When they are special in our hearts. So, i'm going to tell you my special moments.
The flicking and clicking of the camera was buzzing in my ear. We were taking pictures of the basketball team and I was not comforted at all and I still didn’t like pictures at the age of 7. The leather of the basketball was fresh and new, the light was even reflecting off of the ball. It was very smooth with little lumps. People kept yelling at me to move right turn a little left just like a dog.I was fake smiling because I hate pictures. My basketball jersey was swinging back and forth against my body.

Girls right next to me wiping their oily hair.
The light of the moon shining into the clean kitchen on Christmas eve about 8:30 at night.The sweet sugar cookies already dancing in my head. I also still had the bland blood in my mouth from my tooth. My dog whining loudly over the voice of my mom. The house and my fluffy pajamas were so warm and odorless.
It was a cold icy night and I was playing on a horse statue. The aroma of the pine trees and the damp air was wonderful. It was so peaceful until a bunch of cars made a lot of racket. My furry leather boots were getting all wet. So, I decided to go, but when I got in the car I missed the bright moonlight and the icy wet grass but I know I could visit another