At our last International Freewrite Association Conflab @ the secret desert location on the High Mountain Top, three of our most esteemed members insisted on a prompt: SWITCH. I could tell this was a clue.
I spent hours pacing the floor of my hut. I had only two light SWITCHES in my abode, I took them apart. But, alas, there was nothing (actually, there was a very large, interesting spider that tasted a little like Reeses Pieces).
It got dark, my lights no longer worked. I started to understand their clue. So I knew I had to find another, so I started pacing outside. As I pondered this, I ran into a large bush (It was still dark). I grabbed at it and, a miracle: I pulled out a SWITCH of a small branch. I smiled with joy, holding my wooden SWITCH in my hand as I walked in to town so I could get some light and see my magical SWITCH. I smoothed and caressed my magical SWITCH all the way into town, but by the time I found a light and could see it, I had worn it down to just the thinnest blade of grass, which, apparently, it was.
A SWITCH? I'd SWITCH direction! So I turned around and headed back the way I came.
It was boring, all I could do was have thoughts. Then I had a great thought, I needed to SWITCH my way of thinking. That's what the Trio were trying to tell me! So, I SWITCHED my direction to the right and started walking.
And then I thought I should SWITCH this way of thinking, so I decided to walk with a limp with my right leg.

"You see officer, that's how I ended in this tree eating pinecones with only my left hand, hanging from my right leg, shaving only the right side of my face and my hair, singing Stairway To Heaven, with an orange sock on.................It's a prompt to a clue. You gotta SWITCH!"