hopewrites
Crochet Streamer
This idea was slow in coming to me. My friend is in a literature class and one assignment is to write a micro-short-story about something in their life. And in talking with this friend the assignment came up and they lamented that too many people didnt know what adventures they had lived through.
As I was mulling this conversation over I was reminded of the dismay my X felt when he found out about the size of my extended family. He came from two only children and his grandparents did not survive much of his childhood. For him the idea of 30(at the time) first cousins and 150(at the time) second cousins and 300(at the time) third cousins, all of whom I knew (maybe not well, but I knew them) was extraordinary to him. That I had Grandparents living, and had even known some of my great grandparents, was extraordinary to him. But all of these things were as mundane as peanut butter and jelly to me.
so my question is, how do we recognize what is extraordinary in our lives so that we know what stories to tell others?
As I was mulling this conversation over I was reminded of the dismay my X felt when he found out about the size of my extended family. He came from two only children and his grandparents did not survive much of his childhood. For him the idea of 30(at the time) first cousins and 150(at the time) second cousins and 300(at the time) third cousins, all of whom I knew (maybe not well, but I knew them) was extraordinary to him. That I had Grandparents living, and had even known some of my great grandparents, was extraordinary to him. But all of these things were as mundane as peanut butter and jelly to me.
so my question is, how do we recognize what is extraordinary in our lives so that we know what stories to tell others?