Assignment 3

[Donna Ze Ninja Kitteh]

In this particular assignment, you aren’t being asked to write a story. So, yep - it’s just supposed to be one long description. You should try to pick a location from your childhood and describe it to the best of your ability (using all five of your senses). I believe that you are being asked to write your description as if you were a child - by effectively describing things the way a child would…   

I hope that helps...

[Mikki S]

Truth,

Doesn't that assignment also ask you to use all five senses in your description?   In the assignment about writing about something from your childhood, I wrote about my dad and I climbing the Mendenhall Glacier.  It was only one paragraph, but in it I included the smell of the forest, the feel of my dad's woolen glove holding my hand, the sound of the wind blowing over the mountain, the color ( sight) of the pale blue ice on the glacier, and the taste of the snow as it begin to fall.  Just think of one thing in your childhood that was special to you, and describe everything you can think of.

For example, if you went for a ride on a carrousel, you can describe the sound of the music, the feel of the solid wood beneath you, perhaps the smell of cotton candy, and so on.  Give it some thought, and you'll do great, I'm sure  

Mikki

[AlaskanRC]

Racheal, once you get the idea of assign. 3 it can be really fun.

You don't need no conflict, plot, no solution to the problem you just need to describe a scene from you childhood with all five sense. I wrote about the sights, sounds, smells at 5 am at a horse show long before the spectators arrive.

Good luck on your assignment.
Destiny

[AlaskanRC]

Thanks for your encouragement, Destiny. That's kinda what I thought. Your assignment sounds interesting. Could you also emailing it to me, when/if you have the time and if you don't mind? You stirred quite a bit of some creativity in me. lol.

That's what I'm here for! All about the encouragement. I have no problem emailing my assignment to you. I just recently found the disk I think I have it stored on and if it's not on there, I do have my hard copy some where. I can retype up and email it to you. It's been over 3 years since I did that assignment.

Destiny

[Mikki S]

Hey Truth,

I'm sorry to post this here, but my computer keeps telling me that you don't exist!  It doesn't like your email for some reason.  I hope you get this in time for it to be of help to you.  Anyway, this was my assignment 3.  It is 414 words.

Mikki


THE GLACIER

The glacier beckoned, its colors changing from crystal white to pale blue and then to deep aqua.  As I stood looking up, I felt it calling to me.  But was it mocking me, or just daring me to climb?  My father clasped my hand and I could feel the buttery soft leather of his glove through the rough, scratchy wool of my mitten.  We started to climb, and our heavy mukluk boots crunched on the crisp new-fallen snow which sparkled in the sun like a blanket of diamonds.  The long delicate strands of fur on my parka tickled as they brushed against my cold-redden cheeks.  Occasionally, one of us slipped a little as we both looked upward at the proud Bald Eagle circling overhead.  The wind was little more than an icy whisper, bringing with it the fragrance of the nearby pine forest, and faintly, the pungent odor of Alaskan Brown Bear.

The glacier was mysterious, forbidding, as though it frowned upon anyone trying to conquer its breadth and height.  No one had ever managed to get to the top, but I had dreams of being the first, almost like those who climb to conquer Mt. Everest.  Of course, I was only ten years old, but in my innocence believed I could do anything.  And so I climbed, leaning forward a bit now, as that icy whisper of a breeze began to transform itself into a frosty, unyielding wind.  Heavy white clouds swirled above in the leaden grey sky, signaling the beginning of another snow storm.

My father tugged at my hand, telling me it was time to head back down.  But stubbornly I shook my head, released his hand and trudged on.  It was harder to breathe now, I had to open my mouth and let my breath escape into dainty white puffs.  Snow began to fall, quietly and relentlessly, and I knew that soon the glacier's diamond blanket would be frozen into shards of ice, and I would be unable to keep my already precarious balance.  I put out my tongue to taste the snowflakes, incongruously flavored with the odor of fish and motor oil wafting up from the fishing docks far below.  With a sigh, I turned around and headed back to my father, my vision of conquering the glacier thwarted once again.

[AlaskanRC]

I must echo, Racheal, well done Mikki! Love you imagery.

[Truth_about4ever]

Oh, wow, so I'm guessing you lived in Alaska? Man, I love snow dogs! I'm glad you're able to keep some memories. I'm 19 and I forget what I did when I was 10. ~laughs~
But that's what the drive back to the lake was all about. Things kept popping back up. I wanted to go inside my old house, but no one was home..