I didn’t write these myself (did translate them, though ;-)), but the Dutch “NightWriters” coined a few six-word stories (not exactly memoirs) inspired by Ernest Hemingway’s “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
“This is our secret”, father said.
Growing fucking birth-giving raising resting dieing
The rest was just a life.
Honey, it is not your fault.
Six words were enough for him.
“Yeah,” she said, “yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaah!”
That is not your father, Adolf.
She said no. I heard yes.
Look, an airplane! Oh my God.