Hi, Kieran. I’m going to use this on Monday. It reminds me of a similar lesson plan in NEF Advanced. I am also thinking of a post activity. I’m going to show them several pictures that represent my earliest memory, and they have to guess the story behind them. Then, they’ll have to do the same, sharing their pictures (they can use google images) on the facebook group that we have, and in class or at home, they’ll have to guess their mates’ stories. The final task is what you suggest, they have to tell their own memory using their best English. Thank you so much for this lesson and for everything you share with us.
I can relate. By falsely accusing my mother of sexual abuse, I tapped into a dark pit of rage against her; rage that had been repressed for more than 30 years. An only child, I grew up under the thumb of authoritarian parents who pushed me to be the perfect daughter. Negative emotions were squelched, painful issues never discussed. Heading the list of taboo subjects was the stillbirth of a baby that happened when I was about four years old. Fifteen years later, that childhood event returned to haunt me. I got pregnant with my first serious boyfriend, and went through a hellish abortion. Even though I was living at home and going to university, I managed to keep the abortion secret from my parents. I tried to ignore my anguish, in vain, just as my parents had tried to ignore the stillbirth long ago. But my guilt, anger and misery festered. By the time I was 38, I was a walking time bomb. My therapist unwittingly lit the fuse.