Wk 5 exercise

Write your earliest memory

Awoken by the sudden jerk of the raggedy bus. I blinked unwanted eyes open to see rows of red glossy seats rimmed steel in solid two aisles. One on each side that ran parallel as east and west. People’s heads all upfront facing the north as if all in a movie theatre. It was raining and cold that night and my father suggested that we go to my fathers close friends place for dinner. It was getting late that night and all I wanted to do was fall asleep on my fathers lap. We sat right at the back seat. I wondered why my father wanted to sit there because my blinking eyes woke up to surroundings of strange laps and hands followed by dark faces. Unnamed. It felt unsafe and frightening as I heard the heavy outpour of rain that sounded like non-stop pitter-patter against the bus. How can I go back to sleep now? I thought. Two men ahead of me on the aisle stood and abruptly started to handle each other like in a confrontational manner that at that age I did not truly understand. It is now apparent though that in my 20 years experience it is called a fight. It made me feel scared innocently staring, to the fact that innocence had now seen reality at one of its best. There was shouting and clapping like people were really cheering and anticipating more action. The fight began. Fists thrown, landed and again, repeated. It seemed longer then half an hour but was really only at least 3 minutes long. The fight ceased and once again I heard the endless pitter-patter and I lay down sleepless on my fathers lap. Eyes closed.