My Earliest Memory

It was a beautiful autumn day. The skeleton trees lined the playground, and their leaves exploded into huge bursts of red and yellow all around me. I couldn't have been happier! I was six, with my bright red rubber boots, tye-dye fleece coat and corduroy pants, and I could have taken on the whole world! Or at least, thats how I felt. The cow bell was dinging off somewhere in the distance, signalling the start of recess, but my mind was somewhere different. You see, in my tiny world at preschool, we had a giant dirt mound. We also had a hose! And, combining these two things, we made enormous rivers, cities of sand lining their banks, with complicated bridges spanning the river for many "miles". Anything was possible! But then...he came along. That....THING...I can't even speak his name.

CRRRRRUNCH!!! The sand castle building came to a halt as bryan stood there, his foot triumphantly fixed into my city. Godzilla doesn't pay visits to sand castles! At least, that's what I told him. But he didn't care, he just wanted to destroy my beautiful city, my...my lifes work! For the day....Bu-bu-but THAT DOESN"T MATTER, because I loved my sand city with all my heart.

Oh my. Kids are so close-minded when they're little. The big picture doesn't exist in the average six year old's mind. Oh, how simple life was then. How easy. Eat, School, Play, Eat, Sleep, Repeat. Maybe one day you slay a dragon, the other day fly to the moon. You could do anything and everything. All you had to do was think. And now....now the days of sand castle building with bryan, and dragon slaying in the backyard, those days are over. Too bad for me...

-Keenan :)

Rebecca: Imagery

Daphne du Maurier, the author of the book I read, Rebecca, is a very talented author. She has written many other books, two of which have become movies directed by Alfred Hitchcock (Rebecca, The Birds). Her books have intricate plots, multi-layered meanings and advanced syntax, and Rebecca is not exception. Despite the litany of literary elements that one could choose, I think imagery is the most visible and outstanding in the book.



Rebecca has some of the most vivid imagery I have ever seen in a book. As an example, Mrs. Danvers (the housekeeper) is extremely loyal to the late Rebecca de Winter. When Mrs. de Winter the second arrives, she feels somewhat like a child who lost her mother. She thinks that the new lady in the house is trying to replace Rebecca, and as a result feels alot of animosity towards Mrs. de Winter the second. Imagery is interlaced throughout the story, and it drives the reader to continue, and makes the book what it really is today.

More to follow.