We are diving into small moment narratives this week. We are reading small moment stories. We are writing small moment stories. We are sharing our small moment stories. We are knee-deep in small moment stories.
This week, we are writing a lot of flash drafts of small moment stories. Flash drafts may or may not be revised and edited, but the goal is to write, write, write without thinking too much about quality. The point is to get the words on the page. Then, we can revise and edit later, if we want to with that draft. Next week, we are going to dive into specific strategies to make our small moment stories better.
In an effort to be good writing teacher, I am modeling this type of writing for my students. Each day, they get three choices during independent writing time: they can answer one of the two prompts I have provided, or they can write a small moment story about anything they want. So every day, I write two small moment stories of my own to share with my students if they want some inspiration. This way, I will have my own flash drafts to model the specific strategies we will learn about in the upcoming weeks.
I thought I would share one of my flash drafts with you today. This is a response to the prompt: Write about something that happened when you were very young.
Mary and Maddi became my friends in fifth grade. We weren’t in the same class in fourth grade, but we were in fifth grade. So, of course, we became best friends.
Mary and Maddi lived close to each other, so they walked to school together. I walked to school with a different girl, and I usually got to school after Mary and Maddi. Everyday, when they got to school, they would hide somewhere on the playground, and I would find them when I got to school.
One day, I couldn’t find them. I looked all over the playground. I looked under the slide, behind the bushes, by the tennis courts, behind the other bushes, near the kickball field, near the soccer field. It was a very large playground space, so there were so many places that they could be hiding. I looked and looked and looked, but I just could not find them.
By this time, the playground was starting to fill up with other students, and I was starting to get nervous. I was always able to find them. The playground was big, but I had been going to that school since second grade; I knew all of the good hiding spots. School was about to start. What if I couldn’t find them? Where could they be?
Then, I heard them. I looked over the swing set and felt relief wash over me. I found them, hiding in plain sight. They had been swinging on the swings the whole time, right under my nose. It was so nice to see them. As I ran over to join them, I had to admit, it was an excellent hiding spot.
So, there it is, a small peak into a small moment of my life. I’m excited to see what I can do with this story once I start revising and editing it.