My First Triumph
Shot – Interior bedroom. A little girl sits up in bed with a sneaker in her lap, fiddling with the laces.
Shoelace slips through fingers
Kindergarten starts tomorrow
It’s late at night, but the little girl is frantic. She’s worried about failing her first day of school, because she can’t tie her shoes. After numerous attempts, she finally succeeds at tying the laces and can go to sleep untroubled.
NaPoWriMo Prompt – And now for our (optional) prompt. Today’s challenge is a fun one: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life. Does it open with a car chase? A musical number? A long scene panning across a verdant plain? You’re the director (and also the producer, the actors, the set designer, the cinematographer, and the lowly assistant that buys doughnuts for the crew) – so it’s all up to you!
Good afternoon and welcome to day fourteen of NaPoWriMo where I’m in charge of telling my life story, but where should I begin? Shawn wasn’t any help. Gretchen came up with a great opening scene – Your death, I’ll bet you’re wondering how I got here. One’s life does ultimately tell the story of her death. But I couldn’t get anywhere starting at the end because I have not reached it yet. I didn’t want to start at the beginning, because I have no real memory of it. Then I realized if anyone were to make a movie of my life, my struggle with cerebral palsy would be at the forefront. Why not open with the memory of my first triumph?
Of course I worked this out after I toyed with other firsts. 😉
A Roll in the Hay First time Two teenagers Nervous and excited Explore virgin territory Hayloft
Okay not exactly the first time I’ve alluded to something my husband borrowed without any intent of returning it. And yes, I have to get off the cinquains.