Three Stories I Would Use in My Autobiography

In this English course,  I am preparing and learning how to create and write an autobiography.   For this first assignment,  I am going to share three stories that I would use in my autobiography.

Story 1:  My Jeep

When I was between the ages of three and five, my family lived in Okinawa, Japan.  While living there, my dad had convinced me that Jeeps were the coolest thing ever!  We owned one while living there and my dad also had an old 1954 Willy’s Jeep back in the States.

We would drive around in our cul-de-sac over and over.  So, because I loved riding in the Jeep so much, my parents decided to get me my own electric battery, drive-around Jeep.  The day I got it, my dad asked me if I wanted to go take a ride in the Jeep and I, of course, said “yes!”  So we walked outside.  When I saw the toy Jeep, I looked at it for a moment, then continued to walk towards our real Jeep complaining,  “No, not that Jeep!”

Eventually, I did come to love my very own Jeep.

Story 2:  Lost in Korea

While living in Korea, I had to catch a city bus from the Air Force Base to my family’s apartment.  So, for two days in a row, my dad helped me practice and know which bus to get on and where to get off and each time we got off safe and sound.  However, the next day, my dad couldn’t come with me and so when I hopped on to the bus, which was a little more crowded than normal, I was a little nervous.  Normally, on my bus there are just a couple old Korean grandmas. I didn’t think much of it until we took a wrong turn to the right instead of the left!

A little confused and lost, I rode all the way to the end of the buses’ route at a college where it turned around and started going back the other direction.  I was already so lost and couldn’t call my mom because I didn’t have a phone!  I asked the bus driver if he was going to my stop and he said no.  I got off at the next stop and decided to wait for another bus.  I stood waiting, just a foreign kid who had no idea where he was, for fifteen minutes with no bus coming.  I decided to take a risk and flag down a taxi.  I would not have done this had my dad not given me some money the night before.  I had about $5 in Korean money.

When I got in the taxi, I was still a little confused and scared and I told the driver to take me to my bus stop.  My bus stop?!  I don’t know why I didn’t tell the man to take me to my apartment.  While we were driving, I was carefully watching the fare counter and making sure that I didn’t go over what I had.  When we pulled up to my stop, I fished out the one bill I had, and the counter ticked over to 5,000 won!  It was a good thing I had asked him, unthinkingly, to take me to my bus stop.  If I had asked him to take me to my apartment, it would have been another half mile and not enough money!  That was a close one!  When I got out, I started to run and didn’t stop until I had gotten to my door!  My mom was pretty worried!

I didn’t have any problems after that because I figured out what had tricked me that day.  Just a little reversible red and blue sign with different destinations on it.  My dad and I had just coincidentally gotten on the right bus those first two practice times.  The blue side takes me to my stop, and the red sign takes me the college where I got lost.

Really wish I had known that before I got myself lost.

Although, it makes for a great story.

Story 3:  Aunt Sharon

In late summer of 2016, my family went up for a visit to my dad’s family’s cabin in Colorado. While we were there, I got to meet my great-great Aunt Sharon for the very first time.  I didn’t even know I had an Aunt Sharon!  She was so nice and sweet, and I was touched that she wanted to get to know me.  She asked me questions and I was able to have a nice conversation with her.  She was only there for a day but it felt really good to get to know her.

A couple of months later my family received an email that Aunt Sharon had just passed away from a form cancer.  I couldn’t believe it.  When we saw her, she looked healthy and alive.  She didn’t seem sad or depressed like someone who knew that they only had a few months left to live.  Now I know why she didn’t tell us.  She was probably worried telling us would dampen our day at the cabin.  She obviously didn’t to wish to put that burden on us.  She was a great example of how to be strong and unwavering in faith and spirit, even when she knew that this was likely the first and last time to meet me.  The amazing thing was that she made it feel that we would see her again next year and even invited us to come visit her sometime in Austin, Texas.  I barely got to know my Aunt Sharon for a couple hours, and that was enough to make me cry when I heard of her passing.


Quinn Palmer

RPC Student and Soon-to-be auto-biographer


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