Possible Topics for Memior

First Topic Option: My First Soccer Tournament Championship Game.

As I lay there in bed at 6am I am thinking of what a day that it is going to be. My mother has been up for what seems forever and has been trying to wake me up for the past hour. This is not just any other day and no I don't have school. It is a Saturday and a day that both my team and I have been working toward for the past few months. Today was my soccer tournament and our team was in first place for the event. I was really excited about it, but not the fact that it started and 8:00am. I slowly got up from my warm bed that seemed to grab me and throw me back down every time I attempted to get up. I brushed my eyes and scratched my head and proceeded to stumble toward the bathroom where I planted my face in the sink and ran the water. The water was warm unlike the twenty degree weather outside, which I was not looking forward to later. I took a quick shower, dried off and threw some clothes on as I smelt breakfast in the kitchen. My nose knew this scent and it was a good one; the biscuits and gravy, eggs, and sausage were pouring under my bathroom door. I was most definitely awake now as I ran to the kitchen to see a table full of food. She insisted that I eat a big breakfast so I have energy for my game today; I took her up on her idea.


Second Topic Option: Prom 2008


As a young teenager in High School one looks foward to the one night of all nights and that is one's Prom night. The night starts out with pictures with family and their date and more pictures with family untill either the camera breaks or one just leaves. Typically the couple will go to a some what fancy resturant and on too the actual prom. This is usually how it goes for me at least. This prom was a little different for me and not because something completely terrible happens but because of how everything went exactly right. Here it was though a month or so before prom and I didn't have a clue who I was going with. I had thought about it and thought about it untill I finally asked a girl to go with me that I had wanted to ask for sometime. She said no at first because she wanted to go alone but eventually accepted. The group that I was going with had gotten a car limo, but on the day of the prom a SUV Limo rolls in and to our luck someone canceled so we got their car for the same price. We all got in both me and a second date that had apparently hopped on the bandwagon because she didn't have a date decided to go with me as well or at least walk down the senior walk. So after an awesome meal the crew headed to the school where the prom was being helt. Later on in the night the senior walk took place and I was the only guy walkin with two girls.

Third Option: The Greatest Experience of my life

I was 7 or so years old and was experiencing many things in my life that I was not used to. I had been going to Antioch Missionary Church my entire life and that is all I knew. I had been taken to all kinds of churches all throughout my childhood and was learning many things about God and what had taken place in our past and what the future would be. My brother was playing the piano and my mom was singing church songs at my parent's house one day and I was listening. I had never really been scared like I would in a few minutes or ever think about what had actually happened or what had been said in church before, but everything I had heard hit me all at once. I was scared and not like normally one would be, but I was scared for my life because I had just realized then that I was lost. This term is what I learned in church as a child and it means that a person is seprated from God. All I really knew to do was to pray. I had prayed for hours and hours and nothing happened; I was still scared out of my mind for my life. After a while this feeling went away, but I still was unsure for my future. This process went on for over 2 to 3 years and I had almost given up. Summer after summer there were revivials and I would go down and pray every night. Then one night in a summer revivial when I was ten years old I went down to pray because I had this same feeling of being scared. I didn't get anywhere and I had been preached to time and time again that I had to give everything to God including my life. This I just couldn't reach. I just couldn't give everything up, but I wanted to have peace in my soul. After hours of praying I finally got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face off. I put my face in the sink and felt lower than I had ever been in my entire life. I prayed for want seemed to be 10secs. Then suddenly I just couldn't cry or pray anymore. My tears just dried up and I was happy. This feeling though I had doubted about for about a week, because I didn't see lights or figures like some had claimed to have seen. Finally I prayed over it and God showed me that he had saved me and included me into his familly. I finally told this a week later and it was the best feeling I have ever felt.