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Writers Toolbox. Tools for Writing. Recalling a Frightening Incident.
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Recalling a Frightening Incident When I was eight, I decided to jump from the high dive at the “Big-T” swimming pool in Missoula. This would be my first jump from the high dive. All my friends had already done it. The high dive stood twenty feet above the pool. I slowly made the climb up the ladder. With each step, my doubts grew. By the time I reached the top, I had convinced myself that I didn’t want to jump. I walked to the edge of the diving board and looked at the water below. No way, I thought. I turned back toward the ladder but a line had formed and some kid was shouting for me to hurry up. I walked back to the edge and again looked to the water below. It seemed miles away. The kid was shouting and people were beginning to stare. I jumped.
Describe physical characteristics of setting Move from general to specific, becoming increasingly detailed, especially with relevant information Snapshots
Snapshots • Zooming • Freeze the story’s most exciting moment—as if you were taking a Snapshot of that moment • Begin with description of the general setting • “Zoom in” and allow your descriptions to become increasingly detailed • Zoom again—allow description to become even more detailed • Remember—this is a Snapshot—a picture frozen in time. Do not sequence the action.
Snapshots Lifeguard stands stood on both sides of the pool, bright red and white umbrellas casting shadows over each of them. A boy stood on the high dive which extended over the north end of the pool Another boy stood on the ladder while a line collected at the bottom The sun shined brilliantly A chain link fence surrounded the public swimming pool. People filled the pool and lined the sides.
Snapshots The turquoise colored diving board was textured with a slip-proof coating, leaving a rough texture. Silver rungs, dappled with drips of water, stretched from the hot ground to the diving board. I stood at the edge of the board, staring into the water below. A kid stood near the top of the ladder, his head peering over the diving board.
Snapshots Clinging to the rails, the kid at the top of the ladder gritted his teeth and furrowed his brows. His flushed cheeks seemed to make his red hair grow even redder. He had what seemed to be bread stuck between his teeth and he spout words of anger, demanding that I hurry and jump.