As far back as I can remember, I loved talking and telling my stories.
One of my fondest memories is a squirrel hunting expedition with my grandfather when I was four years old. I chattered away, until he told me, “Baby Cricket, you’ve got to be quiet. The squirrels can hear you.” I sat silent for about 30 seconds, then said, “Oh, PaPaw, let me talk.”
I still tell stories now; I just write them out instead of talking them out. Well, according to my husband, I still talk them out — a lot. So many more things to write about since I was four years old. Marriage, children, homes, jobs, grandchildren, all kinds of people. I love people!