For my writing, research, and technology class, I had to create a twitterive. A twitterive involved a few steps. First, I had to tweet as much as I could (easier said than done). Then, I had to look at my tweets and decide how they corresponded with my place. This was fairly easy for me, because many of my tweets involved my niece or childhood. My place was obviously spending time with my niece. The reason why I love spending time with her is because she reminds me of my childhood. I had such a wonderful childhood. It was so carefree, innocent, and exciting. When I turned sixteen I began dreading my birthdays because I knew my childhood was slipping away. Although, I prepared for the day I would turn eighteen and not be a child anymore, it was still hard. I know most eighteen year olds would be so happy to grow up and leave the nest, but I wasn't. Lucky for me, my youth was re-sparked with the birth of my niece, Dakota. A month after my devastating eighteenth birthday my brothers girlfriend called me to tell me she was pregnant. My niece was not planned to say the least. My family was worried and disappointed with the news. I, on the other hand, could not wait for the baby to be born. I remember impatiently waiting 19 hours in the maternity waiting room to hold the little bundle of joy. Once I got a hold of my little princess, I fell in love. I've been attached to her ever since. When I am with Dakota her strong, fun personalty rubs off on me and it is impossible for me to be anything but happy. Because she makes me so happy I found myself tweeting about her a lot. Hopefully my twitterive makes you smile and gives you a little taste of what it is like to be in Dakota's presences .
Tweets that inspired my place and twitterive.
Tweets that inspired my place and twitterive.
- Writing about my elementary school days for class; so many old memories are resurfacing.#twitterive
- “And will you succeed? Yes, indeed, yes indeed! Ninety-eight and three-quarters percent guaranteed!” -Dr. Seuss #twitterive
- Watching YouTube clips of Disney movies with my niece<3
- The past can hurt. You can either run from it or learn from it. - The Lion King #twitterive
- My niece just asked me who was going to clean up the big mess outside, referring to all the leaves on the ground. #twitterive #so cute
- Life is about using the whole box of crayons. #twitterive
Youth Never Dies
Youth keeps a
grown heart pumping strong with energy
Little toes the size of tick-tacks
The aroma of powder and formula
Everyone can’t help but to smile and coddle the tiny new creation
Rolling around becoming aware of the world
The toddler’s laugh pure and genuine
Waddling then walking, walking then talking
Everyone can’t help but to smile and coddle the new creation
Growing like an out of control weed, until it meets its peek
Childhood is gone but its all around us, coursing through our veins
Youth keeps a grown heart pumping strong with energy
Little toes the size of tick-tacks
The aroma of powder and formula
Everyone can’t help but to smile and coddle the tiny new creation
Rolling around becoming aware of the world
The toddler’s laugh pure and genuine
Waddling then walking, walking then talking
Everyone can’t help but to smile and coddle the new creation
Growing like an out of control weed, until it meets its peek
Childhood is gone but its all around us, coursing through our veins
Youth keeps a grown heart pumping strong with energy
Amanda’s Magical Imagination
Once upon a time there was a young fairy named Amanda with the most marvelous imagination. She would flutter in and out trees imagining she was a cowgirl bouncing on a horse, a shark laughing with all the little fish, and even a leprechaun sliding down rainbows. All the other fairies were jealous that Amanda could mentally get away from the wicked old goblin, Tyme, but they knew her enthusiasm was the only life left in the forest.
Tyme turned the fairies vibrant, innocent, and fun forest into a stressful, gloomy place. The fairies went day in and day out going through their motions like robots. On the other hand, Amanda would dance and sing all around the other fairies. Tyme loathed Amanda’s joyful, free nature. He was determined to take away Amanda’s happiness.
After looking into his magical ball, Tyme let out a high pitched laugh. He discovered Amanda’s happiness stemmed from her amazing imagination. One day, while Amanda was completely engaged in her own world, Tyme hobbled over to Amanda and placed his magical ball in her hand. The goblin chanted a few words and the ball circled around Amanda. A sparkly vapor like a rainbow was sucked out of Amanda’s wings and into the ball. Her world was now dark and dreary.
Tyme had complete control of the whole forest and all the fairies. Amanda’s days were now dim and repetitive. She cried every day and yearned for her imagination back. The other fairies noticed how sad Amanda was and how awful the forest had become.
They all got in a circle, touched wings, and hoped that things would get better. The magic from their wings made a lively, bubbly Elf named Dakota appear. She stood in the middle of the circle and listened to all the thoughts of hope that came from the tiny fairies. She explained that she had come to take away all the sorrow. Dakota’s job was to keep the fairies happy, so that their wings could produce fairy dust to keep the forest energetic and alive. The elf waved her arms as she casted a spell to turn Tyme’s ball into ashes. Sitting in his hollowed out tree, Tyme watched his ball disintegrate. He waddled out into the forest to find the fairies in a circle and Dakota standing in the middle with a big smile on her face.
The forest came back to life as if a blanket of color and vibrancy was being pulled over it. Amanda then wiped her tears as she felt a tingle in her wings. Her mind suddenly felt free again. As her vision cleared up from the tears, she saw the forest was full of life again. Amanda then imagined herself as a mermaid and she knew everything was back to normal. She hugged Dakota and thanked her for bringing her imagination back. All the fairies in the forest danced around and sang for hours with Dakota and Amanda.
Interview with Dakota Dale COMING SOON!!!!!
My Stream of Consciousness in My Every Day Routines
Ugh! I'm late to class...Did I finish my creative writing homework...I hope were now writing more poems...Maybe I'll write about how much I hate work...Ugh I have work tonight...I better get good tips...I have some much homework to do the last place I need to be at is Texas Roadhouse...I could be doing linguistics project or studying...or doing my twitterive...Ugh when am I going to do it all...I hope I can squeeze in a nap after class...Probably shouldn't have stayed up till 3 am...Why is my car making that noise?SHIT! I forget I was suppose to get my oil changed 200 miles ago... I hope I make it to class...Maybe if this jerk off wasn't drive so SLOW!!... UGH COME ON I"M LATE...Great now I have to wait for the thousands of pedestrians to cross the street...Finally I made it...Now I just need to find a parking spot...Ugh I hate Rowan why would they have a big tracker taking up four F****** spots when their is no parking to begin with...Oh wait there's a spot!! Score...FML I forgot my paper for children stories!!!!!!!
My Stream of Consciousness When I'm With Dakota
I love little mermaid...La la la kiss the girl...I wanna color...This is boring...lets take pictures on my phone...Kota's so cute probably cause she looks like me...Maybe playing hair dresser wasn't a good idea Kota made my hair a mess...Jumping on the bed is FUN... I'm tired...Nap time!
Ideas
- Free verse poem - Write a poem about being a aunt and watching my niece grow up
- Question and answer- I'm going to interviewing my niece.
- Picture book- Based on a event from my youth for my niece.
- Stem of consciousness- What my niece is thinking in a specific picture.
- Photo essay – Pictures of me growing up to pictures of my holding my niece as she grows up to show how she reminds me of my childhood.
- Letter- I am going to write a letter to my niece for when she is older and can understand my advise.