Thrown off balance, struggling to keep from falling into the abyss below, i plummeted out of reach. rolling down the steep incline, i grabbed at tree branches to break my fall as they ripped the mittens from my hands. biting my tongue, i splashed into a stream with no cushion but ice-covered boulders. the silence of the night shrank. icy water crept into my clothes. our ears went up for the sound of rudely woken dogs in the nearby kennels. there was the sound of water dripping off my elbows. neither of us dared move or breathe. no dogs barked. which best describes the impact of gelissen’s decision to tell her story in memoir form?