Today’s WN Entry comes from Ralph Fletcher‘s Website.
Special place: special room, attic nook, inside of a tree, scary closet. You might start by quickly sketching a map of a house full of memories. Mark those rooms where something important happened to you.
My parents’ living room was bare when I was a little girl. I used to use the large room as a combination playroom and gymnastics studio, tumbling five times across the carpet before getting dizzy. My parents furnished the living room in a pretty un-kid-friendly way (Love the room now, but it totally burst my bubble at the age of seven) when I was seven. I was relatively distraught because of the fact that I lost my playroom.
However, by the time I got to middle school, I realized that I could still dance around in the living room. In fact, it was in the living room of my parents’ house that my friends and I created ‘music videos’ (a la “Puttin’ on the Hits” Style) in there. When I had to practice for high school musicals I always used the mirrored wall unit to help me rehearse my singing and choreography.
Now, whenever I go to my parents’ house and sit in the living room, I enter it with many wonderful memories from childhood and from my teenage years inside of my head. So even though I might sit on the couch and talk with family there, I’m really envisioning myself as a six year old kid doing cartwheels across the beige carpeting with the largest smile on my face.
Literacy Consultant. Author. Former 4th and 5th Grade Classroom Teacher.