Last night Lola, aged 6, was telling a story at bedtime to Lori, the details of which I was not privy to, but it was a real story, with detail and intrigue.
I remembered that aged 3, I recorded Lola regularly, asking her to tell me something, a story. Almost without deviation, her stories where highly literal descriptions of something in the room applied to an action.
“I want to tell you about windows that open…”
I expected some kind of genius insight, but, well, not really. It seems it takes a while to build up the strength and muscle of insight and regurgitation.
So, what are your storytelling skills like? Are they rich with insight and intrigue, or are they regurgitations of what I can already see with my own eyes?
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