Using a frame story for the introduction and conclusion should be familiar to you from lots of movies.One good example of a story frame is UP. In this case, the movie opens with the frame of Carl looking at the scrapbook Ellie has made for him about their life and dreams, before flashing to the present story of Carl and Russell and their adventures. The movie returns to the frame at the end of the movie as Carl looks at the last page of the photobook Ellie has made for him. He learns that it was the journey of the relationship which was the real adventure.
Another kind of frame can be a flashback. In this technique, you start in the middle of the action (or after it is over) and then flashback to an earlier memory. The Notebook uses the story of a man spending time with his wife with Alzheimer's as the frame for his re-telling the story of their romance.
The advantage of using a frame is that it makes it easier for you to talk about the meaning of the story, especially if you use the present day to flashback to the past. Be sure the frame is not just random. There should be an event, object, conversation, or situation which causes you to flash back in memory.
I like to share my life stories with people. I mainly do it through conversation, but also express some of my experiences in poetry, songs, essays, or articles. Through our own stories we learn many of life’s lessons. We all know we are here, but most of us do not know why, and some of us are always looking or wondering. One fo my life’s stories has to do with language barrier. I would like to call it The Candy Store Story.
The Candy Story
I was 9 years old. It must have been a winter day because I remember having a coat and a hat, but I do not remember what month it was. I remember that I had made a Puerto Rican friend in school and that I used to hang out with her. This girl that I befriended I will call her Denise because I do not remember her name. I simply remember the main thing that happened when we went inside the bodega (grocery store) one day.
I had been in New York for just a few months. In the Dominican Republic where I am from things like “bodega” was called “colmado” and “soda” was something bitter. Although I was able to communicate in Spanish with my Puerto Rican friend some Spanish words did not mean the same things for us. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to run with her to the store saying, “Let’s get candy!” to which I replied excited, “Ay, Candy esta en Nueva York? (Oh, is Candy in New York!?). She overlooked my comment and let go off me once we went inside the bodega. She bought what I then learned was “candy.” She shared her candies with me. I had a puzzled look, but did not tell her why.
It’s been years since then and I always look back to the candy story. Back home my favorite cartoons were called “Candy.” I used to imagine I would be in a world like the one Candy was in and I used to sing the soundtrack from the bottom of my heart. It used to overwhelm me with illusions about a future I did not understand. Candy used to say she wanted to live and enjoy the beauty of youth. That she would walk many paths that would take her to her destiny. It made me dream, hope, and imagine a world of beautiful things where one day I would walk many paths and I would find this world and I would be like Candy.
Every time I share the story in conversation with my friends we end up laughing. All of them know my candy story; nevertheless it brings some type of cheer to our reunions. Some of them actually know about the Candy cartoon. Looking back I think of myself as having been very silly and gullible. Sometimes I still am this way, but that’s ok, it makes life interesting and allows that extra room we need to grow while keeping our inner child alive.
Thank you for reading my Candy Story. This is the first time I’ve shared it in writing.
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