Story Telling

I love hearing stories. I also love telling stories.

Lately I have been listing to pod-casts from The Porch  and it made me think about how much people love storytelling. When I was a kid, my dad would have this nightly ritual where we would listen to him tell us stories from when he was a kid. I was obsessed. He would make everything so exciting and would not miss a detail. I think I have inherited that trait from him.

The other night I was telling CB how much I love story telling. He chuckled and said "You do have some pretty rad stories." I laughed and asked him what was his favorite one. He replied, "Well some of my favorite ones are the ones when I wasn't there. Like that one time you congratulated your dad's car."

True story, when I was five years old I congratulated my dad's car.  The funny part is that no one was with me to witness this and I went back home and told everyone like it was nothing. Here's the story.

When I was five years old, my family lived in an apt above a store. It was during winter and my mom asked me to go down to the store and buy some yogurt (this is a very normal thing to ask kids to do in the Middle East). The day before, my dad had gotten new seat covers for his car. While I was out getting yogurt, I passed by my dad's car to take a look. I remember telling the car in Arabic how beautiful the seat covers were and I congratulated it on it's new upgrade. I then said "Well I would love to stay and talk more, but I am really cold."

When I got back home, I proudly announced to my dad that I saw his car and that I congratulated it on the new seat covers.

I have yet to live this story down.