tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post8591149460156276684..comments2024-03-25T20:57:39.730-05:00Comments on Smack Dab in the Middle: Those Long Seconds Before... (October Theme)Holly Schindlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16742207239654178917noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post-9997243451525815412014-11-02T06:58:56.305-06:002014-11-02T06:58:56.305-06:00My first memory is one of being up in the Space Ne...My first memory is one of being up in the Space Needle in an elevator--I was terrified as the elevator went down in the dark!Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11469738498361839959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post-63271417815631378812014-10-17T18:50:38.317-05:002014-10-17T18:50:38.317-05:00GREAT question: "Can you put your finger on t...GREAT question: "Can you put your finger on the moment when you were most afraid?" Such a terrific technique for trying to figure out what makes a literary scene work, or not.cmillshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03128598629089024454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post-68710238803977406552014-10-08T19:40:41.439-05:002014-10-08T19:40:41.439-05:00First day of seventh grade. My elementary-school ...First day of seventh grade. My elementary-school best friend had moved away the summer before, and I was terrified. I don't think I've ever been that afraid of ANY first day scenario. Not first day of teaching, not first day of college...NOTHING scared me like that day...Holly Schindlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16742207239654178917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post-89252909778227283292014-10-07T14:19:49.097-05:002014-10-07T14:19:49.097-05:00Plastic creepy-crawlies are such a source of amuse...Plastic creepy-crawlies are such a source of amusement, aren't they? One year I was a camp counselor and my campers had a plastic rat. That rat showed up everywhere around camp, and each time, someone screamed. And then, we'd all laugh at ourselves because we KNEW it was a plastic rat, but we kept being caught off guard.Naomi Kinsmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01967771698279188671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post-14992926335922271222014-10-07T12:09:35.704-05:002014-10-07T12:09:35.704-05:00Naomi,
Your spider story reminded me of a toy my s...Naomi,<br />Your spider story reminded me of a toy my sister and I had. Creepy Crawlers, where you poured plastic goop into a mold and pressed it closed until a spider or other crawly insect formed. I can't tell you how many times we "got" Mom with a fake spider on the counter, in her drink, in the chair. We wicked girls found fun in scaring our mother silly. Poor Mom wore out a broom smacking plastic spiders all around the house.<br />Thanks for sharing.darlenebeckjacobsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03521888842216795323noreply@blogger.com