This was a cool exercise we did in my honors class the other day. We wrote on four notecards: one had 30 words that described your childhood, another a description of the body part of a loved one, the third was a smell that reminded us of our childhood, and the last was some words of wisdom we always heard growing up. Then, we mixed the notecards up in a random order and read them aloud. Here's the one I made:
Why I Am Who I Am
Harry Potter. Dragon Tales. Cats. The Outer Banks. West Virginia. The B-52's. Beanie Babies. The Never-Ending Story. The Hobbit. Redwall. Hilton Head. Dimmydale. Back to the Future. The Beatles. Freddy Fish. Beauty and the Beast. Backyad Baseball. The Rocky River Public Library. Scooby-Doo. Dragons. My cousin Logan. My grandparents' farm. Monster under my bed. Zombies. Singing in church. Gillian's three houses. Pokemon. Dino. Zoe and Forde. Goosebumps.
His hands feel smooth to the touch, but if you look closer you can see the cracks and indentations that line his skin. These are hands that had worked hard, but life had been kind in return. The pinky finger on his left hand is permanently bent, unable to be straightened because of a baseball accident. Also on the back of his left hand there is a scar, about two inches long, reminiscent of a past surgery. His hands are gentle, but they have seen and felt much.
"Don't fret."
The sharp smell of pine filled my grandparents' house at Christmas. Wafting from the kitchen was the sweet tang of apple pie, the sticky scent of maple and the warm scent of roasting ham. If you walked into the great room the smell of pine grew stronger and mixed with the smoke coming from the wood-burning stove.
So that's a little about me, in case you were wondering.
