I love stories. I love to listen to stories, to people telling me stories, listening to songs that tell a story. I really don't talk all that much. Most of my friends carry the conversation and I listen because it's like they are telling me a story. Guess it stems from when I was a little girl and at nap time my mom or dad laid down with me and my sister and they read or told us stories. My mom read from a very old book of ours wonderful poems like Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright, The Owl and the Pussycat, Gingham Dog and the Calico Cat, Lil' Orphant Annie...stories and poems like that. I read those to my kids too. My dad loved to tell us fables...like the one about the Crow and the Pitcher, The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing, and my favorite The Fox and the Grapes. He would lie back on the pillow with each of us beside him and put his arms behind his head and make up some fables too and we especially loved that~they always pertained to something that happened and it would make us think about doing better. I wish I could tell stories like my daddy could. Just had a thought~maybe that's why I like little short naps so well~ nap time was a very happy time when I was little.
