Same story, different characters: adult vs child

Karalee’s Post #121

This has been a summer to remember, to savor, and to step back and embrace. I’ve been blessed to have experiences far from my regular day-to-day routine. Oh, I have a lovely daily “box” in the beautiful city of Vancouver, Canada. My routine is diverse and I make it a habit to take alternate routes doing errands and having conversations with all the young people coming and going in my house – all in the name of enjoyment and Alzheimer’s prevention! 🙂

Still, nothing beats experiencing the world from a completely new perspective. Check out and see how they’ve chosen a lifestyle of selling up everything in order to become permanent travelers in their retirement! Their blog is amazing.

I know that my writing will be influenced by my summer’s experiences. This thought takes me back to grade school and the teacher assigning the task to “write a story about what you did for the summer holidays.”

Memories of that writing task has spawned my blog today.  Wouldn’t it be fun to write the same experience from two POV’s? One as the adult and the other as a ten year old?

I’ve had two major experiences this summer. One is my daughter’s wedding that I wrote about last week. The other was an amazing trip to Haida Gwaii with women that I used to dragon boat with. That will be my story here.

Day One in Haida Gwaii:

Adult story:

Our guide loaded boxes of food and supplies and our eight dry bags onto the zodiac before helping us aboard. Dressed in thick dark green wet weather gear held tight to my torso by my life-jacket, I laughed as I rolled across the inflatable like a seal into the boat and took a seat at the back.

Haida Gwaii Zodiac and womenOnce the other seven ladies had rolled aboard and found seats, our guide took off at 25 knots with the wind and rain blasting against the faces of the two in the front row. I was wondering how we would fare with four days of traveling in this weather.

The zodiac zoomed along the remote coastline of Moresby Island for a few minutes before our guide from Moresby Explorers stopped at a sight where an old pier jutted from shore. He told us about local logging practices and how Sitka Spruce trees had been taken down to help build Mosquito airplanes in WWII.

We kept going and the sun came out and the skies cleared. Within another hour of our guide drove the boat ashore in a bay and helped us out onto the beach. He led us into the forest on a trail through an abandoned logging site where logger’s leather boots, metal machine parts and tires were strewn about and overgrown with moss. A decidedly ghostly air surrounded our group of eight ladies as we walked along, and when the trail took us through a First Nation’s burial site we were eerily quiet.

I was glad to pop out into the light of day and onto the beach where lunch magically appeared from a cooler and a log became our table and chairs. We ate chicken sandwiches and quinoa salad in a silence, and it wasn’t only because of the ghosts of past loggers lurking in the trees a few feet away.

Hunger. It silences the best of talkers for a short time.

The sky darkened again and rain broke loose from the threatening clouds forcing us to hunker down in the zodiac as we flew along again. Even with two layers of clothes under my rain gear I was chilled. Moresby Island is remote and we drove for a couple of hours without seeing another boat or building, not even a whale. When we turned a corner of land near the end of the day’s light, I was very happy to see the floating lodge through the rain. It was a beacon of light representing warmth and safety.

Steam rose from us as we entered the heated indoors and stripped off our wet clothes. Squash soup never smelled so good. A glass of wine never tasted so good.

Child’s story:

I had to put on these plastic pants and coat and big boots before I could go in the boat. The man got me a life jacket too. The boat went so fast it was hard to breathe and the rain hurt my face. It was fun.

Haida Gwaii pierThe man stopped and talked about history stuff. One place had logs still sticking up from the ocean where fighter planes were made for the second world war.

We drove a long way and the man drove the boat right onto the beach. I jumped out and the water almost came into my boots. I took off all the gear and we went for a walk in the trees. That was fun. There were old boots all over the place like people just left them. Maybe they left them for someone else to use and they had bare feet. Lots of old machinery was sticking out of the ground too with moss on everything. It looked spooky.

Mosquitoes kept biting me and I was mad. Then I saw these crosses and stone graves. The man said it was a graveyard for the First Nations people and we were to be quiet and not touch anything. It was spooky too.

After we came out at the beach and I threw some rocks in the ocean and found some tiny, tiny crabs under the rocks. That was fun.

I ate a sandwich on a log then we went for a long, long, long boat ride. I got cold and there wasn’t anything to see. It was raining. I wanted to get inside.




The lodge was hot inside. I had soup and hot chocolate and other stuff for dinner.

There was no TV or video games. It was boring and I went to bed.



  • I had great fun writing these two perspectives. It has shown me that taking the time to do this is can change the perspective I choose to use in a story since each character will see his world in a unique way.
  • Getting back into routine after such a long hiatus. House, garden, working, writing…. It is difficult to balance, especially with 5 young adults living in the house over the summer too.
  • Staying positive! Life is great.

Keeping balance in my life: 

  • Continuing to work on self-development and mindfulness.
  • Start mapping out my day so I can fit in what I need to.
  • Staying in touch with fellow 5Writers every week. Love email!
  • Back to daily exercising. I’m exhausted, but that goes with the territory.

Perspective Photos:







Mexico garden









Happy writing!

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