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Sensory Exercise

Sensory Exercise:


My 4 year old nephew Henry was making such a ruckus. His shoulders were heaving as his little body shook all over. One could see a stream of tears running down his face. His baby blue eyes were red where he had rubbed them with his small little hands. That sound he kept making sounded like someone had run over his favorite dog on the highway in front of him. He didn’t stop when I offered my silk handkerchief as he blew his nose and returned it to me. The loud pitiful wails that came out of his mouth were heart wrenching .When I asked what was wrong, he stuttered and tried but no distinguishable words escaped his mouth. I didn’t think it was possible for a small child to shed so many crocodile tears. It turned out his sister had gone for a bike ride and declined his request to tag along. I didn’t sense an end to his crying or pain in sight . He wiped his face on the sleeve of his white stained t-shirt. One could hear him make quick baby sniffles. The kid was stuck with me, we were the only ones in the house. Coming up with an idea I approached my sad little nephew. “How about some vanilla ice cream?” I suggested. Henry’s eyes lighted up like fourth of july fireworks. “With sparkles? he asked eagerly. I nodded as he ran to give me a big hug. He then proclaimed that I was the bestest aunt in the whole wide world. All was forgotten, well for the moment anyway.




The line I had to describe was the sounds of Henry crying.

Sensory Exercise

This was an exercise from my creative writing class. Object was to write a short piece on a line our instructor had given us without using the line.

The assignment was to be half a page long.

Can you guess what the line is?/How did I do?


Betty slowly unlocked the  back door.  She had to be quiet for her curfew was 11pm and it was now 2am. As she started to cross the kitchen her foot bumped into the corner chair, causing it to fall and making a loud resonating sound.  ” Is that you Betty?” yelled her mother from the other room.  “Yes mama” she answered.  Before she could come up with a plausible excuse her mom Sally walked in.  Betty saw Sally raise her hand up high.  “Please mama I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Betty had barely finished when she felt a stinging sensation on her face.  It had happened so fast she wasn’t sure it had even occurred. The throbbing pain made Betty aware it had.  Looking in the mirror on the wall next to her, Betty saw a dark red blotch on her face. It had the outline of her mother’s hand on it.  This was the first time Betty had ever experienced this.  Looking at her daughter Sally just glared.  “I told you if you were late one more time there would be consequences.  Let this be the last time this happens.” “Yes mama” Betty mumbled.