Have you ever seen the Six-Word Memoir project? I read a couple of Six-Word volumes…last year? or maybe two years ago? Anyway, I thought of them again recently and started writing some memoirs of my own–except my memory is rather fragile, so I thought they were eight-word memoirs instead of six-word. No wonder it was so easy to do.
Anyhow, here are some of my eight word memoirs (with my edits to six word memoirs in italics following).
Bekah, cubed: I said my name was Anna
“My name is Anna.”
“No, Bekah(cubed)”
Threw up in sister’s hair. Didn’t wake up.
Vomited in her hair. Slept on.
Prayed in Sunday School; Saved by God’s grace.
Prayer didn’t save; God’s grace did.
Supersonic household hero bawls balls out of trees.
Heroine bawls balls out of trees.
I almost saw my little brother being born.
I almost saw my brother’s birth.
Scabbed over in time to see meet baby sister.
Scabbed over in time. Met Grace.
Stepped on dead possum while eating cheese sandwich.
Stepped on possum while eating sandwich.
I dreamt they went inside, died. I cried.
They went inside, died. I cried.
Fourteen going on forty year old homeschool Mom.
Fourteen-going-on-forty homeschool Mom.
Harlequins taught lies, fairy tales told the truth.
Harlequins lied, fairy tales told truth.
He asked me to give Him my husband.
“Give me your husband,” He said.
I cried when I saw my PSAT scores.
I cried over my PSAT scores.
Chancellor knocked on my door. I wasn’t home.
Chancellor rang doorbell. I wasn’t home
Pride and Prejudice: My fifteen minutes of fame.
Pride and Prejudice: My fifteen minutes.
Justification: I am not wrong in His eyes.
Justification: He sees me made right.
Dietetics student ambivalent about weight loss, low BMI.
Dietetics student ambivalent about weight loss.
Mentored my sis-in-law right into the Menter family.
Mentored sis-in-law into family.
God’s Sovereignty: Pled for Omaha, Led to Columbus.
Pled for Omaha, Led to Columbus.
Secret Candy Sneak turned RD. LTC for me.
Secret Candy Sneak turned LTC RD.
So what do you think? Are the eight-word memoirs better or are the six-word memoirs? Can you think of some eight (or six) word memoirs of your own?
I’ve never tried them. It would indeed be hard to commemorate life in six words, but the six-worded ones do sound crisper than the ones with 8 words.
You threw up in your sister’s hair and kept on sleeping!?
Yes, Carrie, I did. Revolting, I know. I was a rather deep sleeper as a child.