It comes naturally because I grew up in a country with no written word and no books except the Bible.
Our playmates were the native children who were innate storytellers. And Dad
regaled us each evening with stories of his adventures as a pioneer missionary.
Couldn’t help but become a storyteller!
I grew up in South Sudan in the 1950's.
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Holidays in England - the land of so many adventures!
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1963. Immigrating just before President Kennedy was assassinated. Dazed and confused, we attempted to adapt to this bizarrely hostile environment where strangers were not welcome.
Sleeping with Lions? Four or two legged variety?
I wish life was all sunshine and roses and happy memories, but it’s not. Although less than idyllic, they are part of us and often the underlying factor to our knee-jerk reactions to events and other people’s actions or words.
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