Story of a champ.

When I was little, I'd bug my mom each night to tell me story before bed and all I got was some made-up ditty that went like this:

Tell me a story, tell me a story, tell me a story

So I can go to bed.

Make it a short one, make it a short one, make it a short one

'Cause I'm a sleepy head.

Laaaaaaaaaaame. Then on Wednesday night I realized how much she'd actually been holding back....

My mom has been taking a storytelling class at the local junior college and it's a lot harder than it sounds! She has to write an introduction, think about her voice, hand gestures, body language, etc. and tell it from memory. But my mom is great at everything (no bias there...) and so naturally she's excelled at this too. And when the college's "Celebration of the Humanities" contest came up, she entered two of her stories and won first place! Wednesday night was the awards ceremony where she got to perform her award-winning story telling of "The Giving Tree." I was so captivated, I nearly forgot to take pictures (which didn't turn out anyway, darn it!) She did such an awesome job!

Maybe it's a good thing she didn't bust out her storytelling talent at bedtime when I was kid - I definitely wouldn't have fallen asleep!

Good job, Mom!!