Memoir

Springing into Action

Spring Essay Writing Contest response — a memory

Dr. Casey Lawrence
Promptly Written
Published in
8 min readApr 30, 2023

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It was the long weekend: May 24th. I remember the date distinctly. We had a neighbourhood barbeque every year to celebrate Victoria Day, with fireworks in the evening set off from the centre of the cul-de-sac.

It was a quiet street. Young families settled there, grew up, moved on when the kids left school to make way for new families with small children. We moved in when I was five and left just after I turned eighteen.

It was the year I turned eleven, that awkward age when puberty was hitting in all the worst ways. I was moody, gangly, and constantly covered in bruises and scrapes. There were two other girls on the block my age, Alex and Cassandra.

Alex, who lived three doors down, had a new baby sister, and the party had moved to their family’s backyard that year so her mom could participate while the baby napped. They had a patio with a sliding glass door that was constantly opening and closing as people went inside to use the bathroom, to get hot dogs from the fridge, to get ice freezer when the cooler ran low.

There had been a kiddie pool set up for the younger children in the middle of the yard, but the hot afternoon turned cool as the day wore on. Shivering, blue-lipped children…

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Dr. Casey Lawrence
Promptly Written

Canadian author of three LGBT YA novels. PhD from Trinity College Dublin. Check out my lists for stories by genre/type.