It’s not really an event; I’m not even certain it happened as I think it did.
But there came a day in my in my childhood when one of my younger brothers or sister asked me to tell them a story. I don’t recall if it was to make up a tale about the clouds which I know became a favorite of theirs. Or was I asked to make up a saga about the stars! Perhaps they asked for an adventure using the articles and maps found

We had chicken houses and a tool garage north of our house. A single lane size track circled these and connected to the road. Across the road was a milk barn, a sheds for the cattle and huge hay and equipment storage shed. There were wonderful maps to be found in the Reader’s

So I was asked to tell stories. I found I enjoyed doing so. I still do. Merry Christmas!
4 comments:
What a wonderful way to spend a childhood. Your siblings were blessed, that's for sure.
Thanks Pat. It was a wonderful in many ways despite the hard work and chores. Not having TV in our lives forced us to make our own entertainment. You never said you were bored at our house. Well at least you only said it once because that first time you did you found yourself with a hoe and a 5 gallon bucket with orders to fill it with sand bur plants--tightly packed.
What great memories. Story telling is a lost art. I'll bet your siblings remember your stories fondly.
Thanks for sharing this memory. I love hearing about people's memories, especially the good ones.
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