1-Old-Man. I love to listen to life stories. Did you ever listen to Studs Turkel interview people on the street? Or read his books? And did you ever live in a small town with a "liar's bench?" I think where I acquired a liking for life stories was from my Grandmother. My sister and I would go stay all night with her on Fri nights. Sis and I were quite hyperactive little imps, so it was hard to get us to lay still and be quiet so we could get to sleep. So she would ask us to give her a word, any word. Could be a noun or a verb or adjective...didn't matter. And she would proceed to make up a story on the spot building the story around or ending up with that word. She was a genius at it. Never told us the same story twice. I was little, so I didn't think of writing her stories down and keeping them, unfortunately. Most times it would be along the lines of a faerie tale, but sometimes it would be about something that happened when she was a little girl. We would stop her and ask questions about a word she used or to get more info on a character, etc. It was quite an interactive exercise. We didn't know it, but she was forcing us to lay still and LISTEN. The stories I liked the best were the ones about when she was a little girl. She was born in a different century (1880), so those stories were so different than our growing up years, and to me most interesting.
Yes, when one grows up and gets away from home, especially to another state, your eyes and mind has a way of opening up.
Thanks again for telling how you were changed when you left "home." You are a better man. 
Edit history
Recommendations
0 members have recommended this reply (displayed in chronological order):
= new reply since forum marked as read