Best Creative, Twentieth Century Literature

Week 3: The Early Twentieth Century

3. Describe an experience in your own life where you seem to have touched something much deeper than your ordinary everyday experience.

It must have been sometime around June; years ago.  I had taken a trip to Mudgee with my parents and siblings in order to visit family.

I was laying on a red and black tartan picnic blanket, sparse clumps of half dead grass scattered across the hard ground underneath it. I remember it clearly; it was a chilly night, the bonfire crackling alongside the blanket keeping us warm; the sky was dark, the stars were glowing and the air felt thin and fresh. Listening to the still quiet surrounding me, I looked out across the sky as I reflected on everything around me. I think it was the change of scenery and the fact I could see the stars so clearly when I was away from suburbia and the city lights, or maybe it was that I was growing older and learning to appreciate those around me more and more each day; I’m not quite sure which it was. Looking out at the bright stars stippled across the navy sky, I realised how small and insignificant we each are in contrast to the size of the universe; the galaxies, the solar systems, the stars. When looking at our population, we in one single being amongst millions of other single beings; although, while small and insignificant, we are also irreplaceable.

Each individual star shines brightly, collectively lighting up the night sky just as each individual person brings something new and different to the world; a personality, a thought, an idea, a fact. When one of these stars does not shine – or a person no longer exists –  the sky dims a little regardless of if that star was one in ten, or one in a billion.

It was at this point – on this night – that I realised that in the size of things, we are small and insignificant. However, when looking closer, we each bring something new and different to the world; we each create something, and we can each change the world one small action at a time.

As someone who enjoys meeting new people and is an extremely curious person, this is something I strive to remember; always doing what I can to appreciate the little things people say and do as well as the ways in which they – as individuals – help to shape my life.

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3 thoughts on “Week 3: The Early Twentieth Century”

  1. Dear Nicole,

    What a beautifully written narrative! The experience you describe was brought to life with your clever use of imagery:

    “red and black tartan picnic blanket”; “sparse clumps of half dead grass”; “the still quiet” and “bright stars stippled across the navy sky” all of it creating an all-encompassing journey for the reader.

    It is these kind of life experiences that really do show us how small and insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things, and you have captured that experience and turned it into something quite special!

    Well done, and thank you for sharing such a lovely memory!

    Regards
    Anne-Marie

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  2. There is a real sense of discovery in this piece Nicole. You describe the setting with great detail and then this allows you to open up in your feelings and in your thoughts. What a wonderful description of a truly important “event”.
    MG

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  3. So far so good Nicole, but when I go to your drop-down menu to find your peer reviews there is nothing there?? Also you are trailing far behind. We are now in week 8…. Also be sure to include some illustrations in your blog. Check the requirements in the Rubric at the end of the unit outline.

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