storytelling

  Part of human nature is narration – it is how we learn to communicate.
The importance of the narrator has shifted and is dying.

At the early stages of language, children learn from their family.  Communication, the ability to send a message from the mind of one person to the mind of another person whom is receiving the exact same message is challenging, hence miscommunication and misunderstanding.

For the child, which is more attention-getting and intriguing?  The instruction manual or the storybook?  Who is telling the story?  Is it an actual book that was written by an author, published and bought in a store?  Or a memoir or diary?  Is it a grandfather describing the long road that had to be traveled so he could learn math when he was 6 years old?  Or is it the babysitter, reciting the outline of a known fairy tale?  Is it the camp counselor, sitting on a log around a campfire when it’s pitch black outside, telling the story of an old woman that turns into a child-eating bear?  Or is it you, sharing your day through your lens, offering insight, humor, love and fear?

Narration was used to teach the youth – to give them guidance while they are young, so that when they are older and must make decisions, they will remember the stories of their ancestors and elders.  We have lost so much of this.  Stories are now profitable motion pictures.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the lesson or the moral of the story to The Bee Movie, Brave, Toy Story, Home, Up and the list goes on, but we can all learn so much or get a good laugh with the small stories, the day-to-day happenings of normal or not-so-normal life.

I love stories.  I love to listen to them, become a part of them and tell them.  Everything about stories, I love.

I’m not a person that has a lot going on or into cool things.  I’m quite boring.  Every time I have to introduce myself, I never have anything exciting to share.  For example, I will see someone that I haven’t seen in 6 months and they will ask, “What’s new?”  I will say, “Nothing!” it’s not that I haven’t done anything and I just live a routine life, because by no means is my life routine.  It’s because the things in my life that are new and exciting to me are not to the expectations of others in this current society.

I believe that the awesomeness in life are the small things.  The most heart-felt, joyous and gracious parts of my life are the parts that most people do not mention: dinner with my grandparents, visiting with an old friend, eating a Baker with my boyfriend, checking out the Talladega Superspeedway while quoting Talladega Nights throughout conversation, stepping on a scale and daring to read the number on the display, trying a new recipe, writing a letter, a conversation with my mom, you know that kind of stuff.

I want to share these stories – the small things.

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