On Blog assignment #5, I am writing my first memoir, it was as hard as buying my first car. I have so many stories in my life that I would like to write about, but I picked this memoir because every time I think about it, I can fly like a bird, I feel the wind of freedom and adventure. We must read a list of articules the professor provided us to perfect our skill as a memoir writer. The documents are helpful and interesting. A memoir takes time and dedication to put everything together with creativity and imagination. One of the documents I found the most accurate for this type of writing were from My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) and Hills Like White Elephants . If you have the time, please click on the links and enrich your writer knowledge. Below, you will have access to good articles about memoir, creativity and making scenes.
Blue as the ocean and the sky that are my favorites places in the world, blue as the blueberries I am allergic to, blue as one of my favorite color and blue as the prince that every girl dream to marry. I remember being a little innocent, beautiful and energetic girl, I was probably six or seven years old, I used to watch the Soccer World Cup with my cousins and my uncle in the afternoon after school. My favorite team was always Brazil, since them I liked everything about this country, their culture, their music, language, tv shows and the most important their touristic places. I grow up thinking about that day that my dream comes true and I was able to travel non-stop all around the world. Since them I knew Panama was the runway of my plane to go everywhere, I go like a blue bird. June 2012, the day I become a flight attendant of Copa Airlines. An airline that flights to sixty-nine destinations, Rio do Janeiro was one of them. I was not the lucky one who got it in the first itinerary. I had to wait around six months to be able to go. When I first saw the GIG (Aviation code for Rio do Janeiro) on my itinerary, I was jumping and yelling around my mom. “Mom, Mom, you are not going to believe me” I said. My mom with a happy and scared face “what’s happening” “do not scared me like this” she replies “Mom I got Rio do Janeiro in my itinerary next month” My happiness was like when a baby sees a bottle around his eating time. I still remember me packing that carry-on. All I wanted it was to land and run out in the streets to speak Portuguese, eat in the favela, put my bikini and go to Ipanema or Copacabana, drink a skol and eat fish by the beach. But, the most important for me it was to do hang gliding, taking off from the mountains and landing in the beach. “Welcome to Rio do Janeiro, local time its nine am, please remind seated with your seatbelt fastened until the captain turn off the seat belt sign…” I was saying the announcement after eight hours flight and being up all night. The adrenaline in my body was unexplainable. I still remember our bus driver, a guy in his 60s with the friendliest personality and that energy to talk to the crew. I was the only one talking to him because the rest of the crew was dead sleeping since it was not their first time there and they were working all night in the flight. As soon as we left the airport started the beautiful landscape that my eyes appreciated. The amazing combination of city, mountains and the ocean all together in one scene was the perfect natural eye drops for my dry eyes. My heart was pounding, my stomach had butterflies, my hands were sweating, and my uniform was too much clothes on in such a tropical weather. The first thing I did when I got out of the shuttle, was walked straight to the lobby and asked about the hand gilding company. They gave their number to call and make the reservation. I went up to twelve floors, took my uniform off put my bikini on and dialed that number. “Hello this is Lulu, Sao Conrado Hotel guest. I would like to know information about the hand gliding” I said “The bus just left, all the reservations for today are booked” the girl said with an informative voice. All I wanted it was to cry… I was shocked but at the same time I was curious to go around the city and do other things but with that feeling that I do not know if I will be able to come back soon. I took a detailed information about their services for my next trip. Months later, came the flight to my itinerary again. I was not excited. I feared trying again. Here it comes, it was February 14th, 2013 when I took that bus up to the mountain with one of my coworkers. Her name is Yuri, we did three months training together and she knew how badly I wanted to do this. She was so scared of my doing this on a work flight where I can injury and not be covered by the airline insurance. She told me and I was careless. “I could die there; tell my mom and sister I was excited” I said. Before I left the hotel, I texted my sister what I was going to do just in case something happened to me. All she wanted it was to murder me, she could not keep working concentrate in Panama for the rest of the day. My coworker Yuri asked so many times in the way to the mountain if I was thinking what I was doing. All I had in my face was a big smile saying “yes, of course, I have been waiting for this”. Car parked, we walked towards the instructor for a class to practice. The class was literally a run from point A to point B. When I saw that I was scared but I was too late to say no. Yuri had the scariest face I ever seeing her.
The wind was strong, you can hear the leaves trees moving right to left. The bird singing, people talking in the back, my heart was so fast, and my legs were like ice cubes. My face and ears were so hot. My voice was breakable, and I had nothing to think about than I must run if not we fall over the trees that’s all I remember the instructor said to me when we practiced the run. the set up the equipment on me, I look funny, with a white helmet and a weird heavy outfit. I looked like that cartoon I used to watch when I was little “Atom Ant”. We got into the ramp, which was pretty much all in the air and attached to the mountain by two little metal rails. We were waiting for a fabric flag to be moved by the wind. That was the signal for them to know if the wind was enough strong to lift us up in the air. Five – four – three- two – one, all I remember its me running like crazy and being speechless. I blinked and I was flying like a bird, it was amazing. There is no word to describe the feeling of freedom in the nature. I wanted to cry of happiness. Seeing the whole mountain and ocean under me. Feeling the breeze and the heat of the sun on my skin, my legs were tied back for a couple minutes then the instructor released them, and I felt like I was falling off the Delta. It had a go pro attached to it and all I was doing its smiling at it for the best pictures. In the landing part, all I heard the instructor saying was “make sure you run when we hit the sand because you can brake your legs if you don’t” that command scared me again, took me out of my bird experience. Everything turned out successful. It’s a beautiful experience. I would like to do it again. When I landed Yuri was there so excited waiting for me. She hugged and said I was so crazy. I run to the hotel and text my sister in Panama that I was fine. Thanks for reading all the way here!!
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Sabatino
2/21/2020 08:56:03 am
CIF.
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Tanesha
2/21/2020 03:18:02 pm
I'm loving the use of simile here! This was really nice to read Lulu! I could literally feel the excitement coming off the screen by the way you described things.
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3/3/2020 07:49:05 am
I love the pictures you picked to supplement your story!
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