Almost every day my daughter asks me to tell her a childhood story. Today we were driving in Rocky Mountain National Park and she says, "Tell me a childhood story in the mountains." Of course, I've told her this story before because when I was little I only went to the mountains one time.
I've always told my kids stories about when I was growing up, and it seems to give them comfort. Comfort knowing that I made mistakes just like they do. Comfort knowing I remember and maybe understand what it's like to be 9 years old. Stories are a chance to teach lessons we've learned so maybe they don't have to learn the same way. Stories can just be fun. Sometimes when my daughter has a hard day or something funny that has happened to her she will say, "Now I have a story to tell my kids." I love that!
I love childhood stories. I guess because at heart I am still the same person I was at 10 years old or 16 years old or 4 years old. And I love to hear other people's stories, especially those that I love.
Do you tell family stories? Do you write them down? Scrapbook? Keep a journal?
I will be writing about telling our stories and creating keepsake stories at my other site Tell Me a Childhood Story. I will share story prompts, some of my story projects, ways to publish or make keepsakes, and more. I hope you'll visit me there.