The Story Teller

I have a deep dark secret. I am tired of hiding it but now I just have to confess. I am a story teller.  My kids have known I was a story teller since they were babies and now that they are old enough to run from me when I begin with "Did I ever tell you about........."  they do it as fast as the can move their legs. If that option is not available to them, then they will escape from my story by interrupting me and saying "yes you did and we really don't want to hear it again" or sometimes they will say  "yeah we have heard you tell it so often we can tell it too........."

I have gone so far as to tell my stories to my dogs. As soon as I give my dogs their dog treats, put my arm around one or two of their necks and begin "I have to tell you about........" they begin to howl. I don't understand it. My problem I think, is that I need new people to share my stories with. It's not going to be easy. Just an hour ago I saw a lady waiting for a bus outside.........."Hey lady' I said, "since you are waiting for a bus and have time on your hands I will pay for your bus fare if you will listen to one of my stories. There was no need  for her to run from me. A lady her age to run like that was just plain rude! She forgot her walker too!"

What I needed was a captive audience, one that lets me tell my stories before they make comments. I know it sounded crazy but it just might work I thought! So I began my quest to learn to be a story teller who puts stories on paper. The first thing I did  back in 2007, was to join an Internet group called Gather. This is a group of very talented artists, writers, poets, photographers and videographers. I found this group to be made up mostly of kind supportive people who encouraged me in my attempt to put on paper the stories I had to tell.

When I just told stories, my stories were limited by my audience. My stories were limited by their patience and their kindness. My stories were limited by how much of a stretch their imaginations would believe. When I began my journey writing down told stories it occurred to me that I was no longer limited in my stories the way I am when I tell stories. After all there must be someone out there ,anyone who has as wild an imagination as I have to enjoy any of my stories. Here's one I was thinking of writing, about the day in March when snow fell in Georgia............nah that's even to much for anyone to believe.....even if it did happen.