WALT write a descriptive piece of writing from the old man’s point of view as he recalls his memories.
I am 64 years old playing my piano on the 4 june in 1961 as this magic piano tune, I love this tune as it brings back memories.
I remember my wife passing away from the horrible thing called cancer why her? why? why? She did nothing wrong so why? I HATE Cancer!! Cancer is the worst thing in the world wait what is my mind doing?
No not my younger brother dying in war those people that said it would be a wonderful journey what rubbish talkers. My brother died from that how is that wonderful? No as I shout no Isaac no you will always be by my side as my little brother.
Another memory with you, me and you always fighting each other brbrbrbrbrbr I am shrinking wait I am now turning 6 years old as my dad gave me the magic broom that took me every where until I turned 9.
Now I give the broomstick to my grandson he passed away a few years ago from getting thrown in an asphalt truck and he just about died. Then 2 months later he got stage 4 cancer and he was doing chemo and they put the needle in the wrong place and he died and said goodbye to the world.
At that time I was sitting beside him I felt so sad it would have to be the saddest time of my life I just wish this didn't happen. I hate seeing people die especially my grandson I thought I will be going down that track soon dying.
Well I am 64 so yeah I did used to smoke.
I gave up I wish I did not start because I could have lived a longer life those horrible smokes I hate them why did I start smoking them in the first place?
