Three things I thought were revealing in our exercise in free writing were the rocks along the trail, the container I found as I walked, and the fence and what was beyond it.

The rocks I see are granite, most of them as big as I am. I walk up and look at one more closely. Its surface is weathered, a sure sign it has been here a while, and it is partially buried in the ground. The exposed surface is greenish-brown and tan, with glittering chunks of mica embedded in it. The rock is shaped vaguely like a huge, fat thumb.

The rocks along the trail were supposedly suggestive of the obstacles and burdens in my life and how I think of them. I found this section of the free writing session revealing about how I think about bad things in my life. My impression of the rocks as large probably means that I consider obstacles in my life to be big, maybe bigger than I am. I also wrote that the rocks were weathered, which suggests that I consider obstacles in my life to be old. The boulders were also partially buried in the ground. This may suggest that maybe I dont know what all of my problems are or that I cant see all of them objectively or fully. I dont know if the rest of the description has any significance or not.

The container is large and yellow; picking it up I can see it is a laundry detergent bottle. I smell it; I can sense an underlying odor of rot, as well as the sharp-sweet scent of old detergent. I turn it upside down; several leaves and some mud fall out and splatter on the ground. I shake my head in disgust and keep the container to throw away later. Its surface is smooth in my right hand, and I can tell that it is damp and slippery.

This section was supposed to signify what I think of material possessions and how they relate to my life. Supposedly, the smaller and more decrepit the conainer found was, the less materialistic and possession-oriented the writer was. The container that I found in my journey was old and filled with rot, but it was large. This suggests to me that possessions do play a large role in my life, but that I am not centered on them. When, in the story, I picked the container up and sniffed it I smelled rot, but I also smelled the scent of detergent, which is a clean smell. This may show that I have conflicting feelings about material possessions. When I turned the container over, therefore letting its contents out, my reaction was disgust, which may mean that I dislike possessions. I do not believe that the rest of my description had any significance.

The fence is old and rotting. It was once white, but the paint has chipped and faded until the whole thing is a dreary shade of grey. It looks very old; several boards are broken or missing. The tops of the boards are V-shaped. Through a gap in the fence I can see beyond it; I see a very old playground overgrown with grass and weeds. The equipment is rusty and seems somehow forlorn. The scene is strangely quiet, but the peace is unsettling, somehow suggestive of death.

This suggests that although I consider death and any possible afterlife to be peaceful, I dont think that that peace is a good thing. The scene I wrote down during the freewriting session depicts an old, rusty playground overgrown with weeds, which suggests loneliness and age. I dont know whether that reflects on my opinion of my afterlife or not.