Without stories we would be lost, wandering around questioning everything but never getting any answers. Additionally, coinciding with my understanding of Thomas King's words, I would like to share a story of my own that I believe has influenced how I view the world and act. Maybe it’s more so a series of events than a story. “You’ll never believe what happened” (King, 5) is apparently the best way to start a story according to King, however I will start mine differently. I will retell the story how my Mom always did. In the little town of Salmo, a little strawberry blond baby (me) was born three days before Christmas. She would tell me how she and my Dad brought me home from the hospital to their little house, and how they had Christmas dinner at the neighbor’s house. My Mom would tell this story to my brother and I put us to sleep. As the story went on I grew up. I became the eldest of four kids, moved house twice, graduated high school, moved away from home. To this day I still treasure those memories lying in bed listening to my mom. When I am sad, I remember her voice, her words. I enjoy hearing stories about my younger ages, the times that are cloudy and that I can't remember because it is as close as I can get to actually remembering those times. In the chapter “You’ll Never Believe What Happened,” the author gives the sense that he understands this same notion of wanting to get as close to remembering and comprehending the past as possible. He says that he wants to hear how things came to be because he believes that “contained within creation stories are relationships that help to define the nature of the universe and how cultures understand the world in which they exist” (King, 10). We tell stories for all sorts of reasons; to help, to understand, to feel, to comfort, to remember. However, at the end of the day I concur with the author that “the only people
Without stories we would be lost, wandering around questioning everything but never getting any answers. Additionally, coinciding with my understanding of Thomas King's words, I would like to share a story of my own that I believe has influenced how I view the world and act. Maybe it’s more so a series of events than a story. “You’ll never believe what happened” (King, 5) is apparently the best way to start a story according to King, however I will start mine differently. I will retell the story how my Mom always did. In the little town of Salmo, a little strawberry blond baby (me) was born three days before Christmas. She would tell me how she and my Dad brought me home from the hospital to their little house, and how they had Christmas dinner at the neighbor’s house. My Mom would tell this story to my brother and I put us to sleep. As the story went on I grew up. I became the eldest of four kids, moved house twice, graduated high school, moved away from home. To this day I still treasure those memories lying in bed listening to my mom. When I am sad, I remember her voice, her words. I enjoy hearing stories about my younger ages, the times that are cloudy and that I can't remember because it is as close as I can get to actually remembering those times. In the chapter “You’ll Never Believe What Happened,” the author gives the sense that he understands this same notion of wanting to get as close to remembering and comprehending the past as possible. He says that he wants to hear how things came to be because he believes that “contained within creation stories are relationships that help to define the nature of the universe and how cultures understand the world in which they exist” (King, 10). We tell stories for all sorts of reasons; to help, to understand, to feel, to comfort, to remember. However, at the end of the day I concur with the author that “the only people