My name is Tessa Wilder. I am nineteen years old, as of last Thursday. I am a freshman at the Santa Rosa Junior College in Santa Rosa, CA. Mr. Nollin's assignment is to write a memoir. He said that we could focus on any part of our lives, preferably a time that really shaped who we are, and organize it any way we want. It could be as little as 300 words, or as long as the newest Harry Potter book. It doesn't matter to him, as long as we get the point across about how this period of our lives had shaped us. He assigned this project on the first day of our first semester; it wasn't due until the end of the third quarter.
Most of the people in my class either A) decided to not even begin to think about it until the first semester ended, or B) freak out about what to write.
I did neither.
Deciding what to write about was the easiest part of this assignment. See, when I was a sophomore in high school, I was kidnapped. It was the scariest thing I have ever went through, and it has most definitely shaped my life more than anything else. That is what I decided to write about.
And so: this is my story.