Every story can be told in a variety of ways. For example, let’s compare the following texts:
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. When it healed, and Jem’s fears of never being able to play football were assuaged, he was seldom self-conscious about his injury. His left arm was somewhat shorter than his right; when he stood or walked, the back of his hand was at right angles to his body, his thumb parallel to his thigh. He couldn’t have cared less, so long as he could pass and punt.
When he was a kid, my relative hurt his limb. It got better later—even giving him confidence he could play sports again. His arms weren’t identical, with one hand and one finger facing odd ways. But it didn’t matter, as long as he could put a ball in motion.
What do you think? It’s the exact same story told in two different ways. Which one intrigues you? Which one bores you?