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• Think of a moment from this past holiday break that you will not forget. Maybe it was sad and tearful. Or hilarious. Or quiet and meaningful.

Maybe you were alone. Or with friends and family.

• Use this sheet to brainstorm descriptions of that moment using ALL the five senses. What things could you smell there? See there? Touch there? Taste there? Hear there? Write down everything you can think of. Not complete sentences, necessarily. Just words and thoughts.

• A brief description of the moment:

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Now, choose one thing from each column and compare it to something else to make it come alive.

Smell: (Ex: Three snowmobiles roared by, leaving a thick and unwelcome mechanical smell that choked the crisp air.)

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Sight: (Ex: You could see her heavy breath in the air for just a fleeting moment, soon disappearing like the last cookie from the cookie jar.)

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Touch: (Ex: Heading too quickly toward County Road F, I dug my heels into the packed snow. Our sled jostled uneasily, like an ancient car without shocks. )

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Taste: (Ex: Parched from climbing that daring hill countless times, I did what I always tell my own kids not to do: I ate snow (when they weren’t looking, of course). A faint smell of rusty pipes held with me for a fleeting moment as the crystals quickly melted, bringing relief to my throat. )

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Sound: (Ex: Seven red-cheeked kids trudged up the hill in single-file, their snow pants making a rhythmic swooshing sound, like a baker brushing flour from her hands.) _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Descriptive Sentences Name _____________

• Think of a moment from this past holiday break that you will not forget. Maybe it was sad and tearful. Or hilarious. Or quiet and meaningful.

Maybe you were alone. Or with friends and family.

• Use this sheet to brainstorm descriptions of that moment using ALL the five senses. What things could you smell there? See there? Touch there? Taste there? Hear there? Write down everything you can think of. Not complete sentences, necessarily. Just words and thoughts.

• A brief description of the moment:

|SMELLS |SIGHTS |TOUCH |TASTES |SOUNDS |

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|Crisp air |Sun so bright it made you constantly |Spray of snow on my face | |Roar of snowmobiles |

| |squint | |Bland, yet metallic taste of snow | |

|That smell your coat gets when you’ve | |Weight of Henry pushing back against me | |Swish of snowpants |

|been outside |Blinding white snow | | | |

| | |Pull and tug of the sled string in my | |Screaming, shrieking, laughing, giggling|

|The smell of my kids’ cheeks when |Colorful sleds |hands as I tried to steer the sled | | |

|they’re cold | | | |Heart pounding in my ears |

| |Puffy jackets |Wind and sun on my face | | |

|The smell of snowmobile engines/fuel | | | |Whoosh of snow |

| |Rosy cheeks and noses |Force and skittering of my boot heels on| | |

| | |the ground as I tried to slow down | |Parents talking and yelling to kids |

| |Dirty snow | | |below |

| | |Cold metal of my hoop earrings when they| | |

| |Clean snow |hit my cheeks | |Rush of wind at the top of the hill |

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| |Packed down snow | | | |

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| |Tracks in the snow | | | |

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| |Bare trees | | | |

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| |My breath hanging in the air | | | |

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| |Passing cars on the highway | | | |

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Now, choose one thing from each column and compare it to something else to make it come alive.

Smell: Three snowmobiles roared by, leaving a thick and unwelcome mechanical smell that choked the crisp air. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Sight: You could see her heavy breath in the air for just a fleeting moment, soon disappearing like the last cookie from the cookie jar. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Touch: Heading too quickly toward County Road F, I dug my heels into the packed snow. Our sled jostled uneasily, like an ancient car without shocks.

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Taste: Parched from climbing that daring hill countless times, I did what I always tell my own kids not to do: I ate snow (when they weren’t looking, of course). A faint smell of rusty pipes held with me for a fleeting moment as the crystals quickly melted, bringing relief to my throat. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Sound: Seven red-cheeked kids trudged up the hill in single-file, their snow pants making a rhythmic swooshing sound, like a baker brushing flour from her hands.

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Going sledding with my two kids on Wednesday afternoon on “the big hill” just outside Black Earth. Bright and sunny. 28 degrees. Very little wind. A perfect winter day.

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