Question 1:
When I was younger, about six years old, I would play hide-and-seek in the forest near my house with my three siblings. It was becoming dark, and I was hidden under a fallen log. I was always the best at hiding and they always found me last, but on that night, I was wishing that wasn't the case. At some point, the light was almost completely gone, with only the light from the moon helping me see. I started to panic, but didn't want to give myself away and lose, so I stayed there, waiting. I started to hear russling in the bushes around me, and gave up on hiding. I crawled out and started climbing a tree as a new hiding spot that was away from whatever had been in the bushes. I looked down and saw wild animals slowly moving back and forth along the ground at the base of the tree and stifled a scream. I stayed there, un-moving, for half an hour before I heard something walking towards me. I was shaking, trying to stay silent while the creature stomped around my tree. I could picture a cougar or a mountain lion ready to pounce, stalking me. Suddenly I saw something stumble into the small clearing near me and screamed, nearly falling to the ground. My older brother grabbed me and laughed, "I guess I found you then." he said with a laugh. I grinned, trying to stop myself from shaking. I was okay, it was just my brother. From then on, I refused to play when the sun started to set.
Question 2:
I used imagery to show what I saw, and not what was truly there. I wrote as though it was a description of what was there, instead of just stating obvious things. For example, instead of saying the baby trees and shrubs swaying in the wind, I called them wild animals, becasue that is what I saw them as in the dark.
