Hello Everyone,
So recently I came across the realization that I am a story teller. Yes, that old person who sits around fires doing nothing because they have lived an entire life, telling other people bits of wisdom and humorous satires. Maybe not that majestic, but I would like to think of myself as that kind of person.
I was walking and talking with my friend Alyssa, not this one, and she was telling me a story. Correction. She told me a sentence about her day. I laughed and looked her in the eye, saying," If that was me, this is how I would say it."
Not changing a fact, but embellishing the truth, I retold her information. We both laughed as I acted out the part of a girl being poked in the eye, and I spoke of the lesson I learned from not watching where I walked.
But this alone was not what got me thinking about how I am a storyteller. For one event cannot cause a label like that to be true.
Later I sat in the car with Alyssa, yes this one, speaking of something that happened to me that day. I had to tell a back story for her to understand this story, than went on a rant with a few more that I had. We both laughed, and I accidently ran into my car horn in my uncontrollable squeals scaring the other students who were heading home.
It got me to thinking, I love telling stories. I just love it. I have lived some great times too! Why don't I tell stories?
So on here, whenever I have a new or old story to tell, I will be sharing them with you. Mostly funny, a few meaningful, and maybe one or two sad. But I would really like to share something with you guys, and I hope that these let you know a little more about us, and how crazy my life really is.
Love,
Amanda
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