Frank Conroy-A Yo-Yo Going Down, a Mad Squirrel Coming Up

Hilarious! Memoir pieces are my favorite because I like thinking about others' lives instead of my own, and imagining myself as Conroy was more fun, I think, than anything else I've read for this class, thus far. I love yo-yo-ing to begin with, so I wasn't upset at the length of this piece like I was with a few of the other ones we've read. I zipped through it, laughing out loud from the spanish accents and ridiculous competition curation of Ramos and Ricardo to talking about Boobs with his cousin at the beach to how relateable Conroy is as a kid, even to me, in my twenties. I love that he grew up in South Florida, that sneaking a peak at a naked girl is only equal to yo-yoing, not better than it, that he too is confused by the "sloppiness" of things, of life, how you cant explain it.