We were best friends. Jackie and Gwen. Guinevere and Jacqueline.
We met in Sparks- the preschool level of Camp Fire- and were fast friends. We continued to be in the same Camp Fire group all through school and we spent all of our play time together. Gwen and I dressed up in matching clothes each summer at camp so people would think we were twins. We signed up for camp craft and made fires side by side. We slept in cots on wooden platforms side by side. We steadied each other when the mud got slippery as we creek walked side by side. Gwen was scared of spiders and I would grab the legs of the always present daddy-long legs and fling them out of sight. I was petrified of thunderstorms, and once we were on the camp bus on the way to a roller rink when a storm of Iowa-proportions hit. The thunder shook the bus and the bus driver pulled to the side of the road and led us in singing songs at the top of our lungs to be heard over the smashing rain on the metal sides. I sat trembling in my seat, and Gwen calmly took my hand in hers and squeezed. She pulled me into the next verse of the song, swaying with her as she acted like a yodeler helped me forget my fears.
2 comments:
I love the entry of your memoir so far. It has great use of detail, and I loved the fact that I was able to imagine this. I can't wait to see what the intro leads to.
I think this was a great opener, and really pulls the reader in. You might want to think about varying your sentence structure a little, though. It's nice at first to have that rhythm, of short sentences with tidbits of information, but I think it would be nice to then move into longer sentences, and pack more information into each one.
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