#27 Describe an electronic device in the future that you won’t know how to operate.
In the future, doctors, nurse practitioners and physicians assistants will be able to diagnose disease by using a hand held scanner. The trick will be knowing where to point the device. It will only scan the first area of the body that it scans so the medical worker will have to use their diagnostic skills to know which area to scan first. It will totally be like something on Star Trek.
#28 A storm destroys your uncle’s shed and kills his six-year-old son. Describe the color of the sky right before the storm hit.
The sky was starting to turn ugly. In the morning the sky was a color of blue that is usually reserved for the warm waters of a tropical island. You expected to see clown fish darting between the bleached coral white clouds. After lunch the sky started to turn the color of an old bruise. A swirl of green, yellow and then black. This did not bode well for the citizens of the town.
#29 Name the trees that stood in the neighborhood where you grew up.
We had two big oak trees in front of the house. They were really strong until a storm blew up and we’d lose a branch here or there. Whenever that happened my Uncle’s Rick and Gary would have to come up from Iowa to help us cut up the branches. I’ll name those trees Rick and Gary. On the south side of the drive way was an elm tree. It was tall and unassuming. I’m going to name that tree Eric after my brother, because he is tall (at least when compared to me) and very unassuming. Next to the elm were three christmas tree sized evergreens. I’m going to name those Huey, Dewey and Louie because that is the coolest trio name. On the north side of the house we had a very tall evergreen. The squirrels used to jump from the oak trees on to the roof of the house and then run over to the pine tree. I loved this about the squirrels, they knew how to have fun! I will name that tree Old Hickory. Sure, it wasn’t a hickory tree, but it was definitely the Andrew Jackson of our trees. Little known fact. Andrew Jackson’s greatest regret was that he never killed John Quincy Adams when he had had the chance. True story.