There is a legend about Ernest Hemingway responding to a challenge to write a six-word story with this: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
That’s about as devastating and definitive as a story can be–whatever its length. And it has inspired many writers to construct six-word stories and memoirs.
Here’s another one, unlikely written as a six-word memoir, but perfectly fitting the form: “I came, I saw, I conquered.”
Here are some I’ve come up with that fall into the “memoir” category:
Fourth of five kids. Mostly ignored.
Shy as kid, introverted as adult.
Not quite according to expected outcome.
Found a partner, things got better.
One kid, then two. Meaningful life.
Years keep passing, hanging in there.
If I didn’t write, then nothing.