As I pumped my legs, the swing moved higher and higher. I watched my son on the monkey bars while I enjoyed my favorite park activity, simultaneously thinking about how to write a slice of life about swinging. (Often, I draft my slices in my mind multiple times before I get to my computer.) And then I got stuck on the first line, the sounds of the swing…I don’t know how to write sounds.
You didn’t know it was a swing from my attempt at the sounds did you? Be honest.
I must have sat on that swing, listening to the sounds for five minutes, trying to figure out how to spell what I was hearing. Eventually, my son saved me from my thoughts, running over to swing next to me and talk about the day.
But here I am again, trying to put the sounds into words and I am at a loss. Squeak….Eeeerrrk….nope……
Please help! I am in need of a mini-lesson on how to put sounds into words!