Tell Me Story?

I'm a storyteller. It's how I was created. Through and through, I will tell you a story that you probably have already heard, that you've never heard and you might think that it is too long, or one with much detail and it will usually reference my family.

I remember too much. It is friend and foe, however. Let me explain.

I work in an office. I sit at a desk and work with numerous different accounts, in the avenue of work, I have to write everything down or I will forget.

But in the avenue of my personal life, my memory writes things down and does not seem to let them escape. 

In some ways, I find it to be a gift. In others, I don't. 

Remembering helps me write. It helps me recreate vivid pictures in mind that I can lock down on paper and return to when one day my memory might be something that is taken from me. You see, I find memory to be a very deep and precious treasure that we do not always seem to appreciate until we find it running in the other direction.

And then we remember. To a fault. I also do this. Forgiveness, is key to living this life the way that I know Lord desires of me. Which, praise be to Him that I am forgiven. But my human mind can not always forget certain instances, occasions or mistakes in my life that I want to completely erase.

Regardless, what do I do with it? Turn it into a story. 

So my friends, if you have the time, take a sip of water, kick your feet back and let me tell you a comical story about when I was a child. It involves a book, my kindergarten teacher, and winning an award that I may have not deserved. I will let you be the judge. Please take creativity into account for me.

When I was 6, In K-5, Mrs. Annas' class (I will let you decide how to pronounce the last name) we had "Reading Time" where we would all have a book that we picked out from the library and we would all try to sound out the letters and sentences and make sense of the words in front of us.

I was overzealous at a young age, so I had picked out a book that was far beyond the reading comprehension of an average kindergarten child. All I remember is that it has Santa on the cover of it and a young little girl with presents. It looked promising.

We had begun reading time. Mrs. Annas was walking around the class observing all the students to see how they were doing. Now let me let you in on a secret that I have kept for quite some time: I could not read this book. However, I thought that if you didn't understand books you could just make up your own story. So that's what I did. I read out loud as flipped from page to page, I got rather into it. Reading out loud, making up a story about how the little girl was going to become one of Santa's elves because she was an orphan and never knew her parents. I know right?

To brief you on it all, Mrs. Annas saw me "reading" and gave me a prize to take to the library. The story ends with me being awarded a puzzle, a Snoopy pencil and bragging rights against my smart best friend who ended up being the Valedictorian of our high school class.

I still have the Snoopy pencil. And hey, a story from it too.

Cheers.

-S