{"id":12786,"date":"2023-09-09T09:20:52","date_gmt":"2023-09-09T16:20:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=12786"},"modified":"2023-09-09T09:21:05","modified_gmt":"2023-09-09T16:21:05","slug":"childhood-stories-prompt-745","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/childhood-stories-prompt-745\/","title":{"rendered":"Childhood Stories . . . Prompt #745"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image aligncenter size-full is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Kitchen-Table.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-12787\" width=\"219\" height=\"182\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Kitchen-Table.jpg 773w, https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Kitchen-Table-300x250.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Kitchen-Table-768x639.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 219px) 100vw, 219px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Stories from our childhood can be rich material to write about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let\u2019s start with going back in time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>See yourself at 6 years of age, five years, 4 years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>See yourself at the kitchen table where you ate breakfast. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maybe swinging your legs because your feet couldn\u2019t reach the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Listen. Hear the adult chatter.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maybe there was no \u2018round the kitchen table time for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maybe it was a picnic table, or a dining room table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Perhaps there was no table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maybe family time was in the family room, or the TV room, the den, or the rumpus room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Possibly there was no family time. Friends might have been significant in your child life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maybe most of your childhood was spent outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Take a deep breath in. Let it out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>See the room or the place where you spent a lot of time as a child.<br><br>Write about that place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Describe the place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Why did you go there?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When did you go there?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What happened there?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Step into it. What do you see? What do you smell? 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