I sat at the table eating breakfast before a long day of school awaited me. I was still trying to get used to my father not being around. It was just me and mom now, but after dropping the bomb of our christmas tree on me it felt like I was completely alone in that moment. "When do you want me to tell daddy we're going to get the tree" I said. She answered with saying "I don't think I want to get a real christmas tree this year." To her it was a stupid tree you just put up and take right down after christmas. To me however it was my family symbol. Getting that real tree meant things would go back to the way it was before when I was little. Me and my dad would always go get it together at our favorite christmas store following it up wit a slice of pizza for a dinner. The next night or two we would go up in the attic and get the things we needed to stand up the tree one by one.
I got inspired to write this by hearing all the other vignettes by my fellow classmates and wanted to a piece of my childhood into this assignment. In this piece I talk about all the holiday traditions me and my father had together. I dont know much about writers, this is my first any type of writing class so this is all new to me. Hopefully thats something this class will teach me as the semester goes on. Im going to try to get more into detail instead of just cutting everything short. I haven't written many stories before unless I had to do one in high school but I probably didn't put much effort in it because I wasn't completely sure on what I was doing. This was a whole new ball game, writing an academic essay is a lot of explaining. This was more of getting into detail step by step how I felt, how everyone else felt, etc. Writing this vignette taught me that you never want to hit to close to home because then the reader will become upset. I wrote and did all my corrections on my mac book.
