I love telling stories to little kids. There used to be a 3-year-old kid in my neighborhood during my school days, her parents used to love me solely because I would make her go to sleep within minutes, courtesy my stories. I would not start with any particular sketch or outline, but would go with the flow taking any animate or inanimate object. I love to tell animal stories though, and would incorporate at least one animal in whatever story I cooked, elephants used to make a regular appearance 😀
The niece loves to hear stories and I like to hear her imagination when she reasons the characters out. She will remember and recall exactly where we had left off the last time and ask me to continue. One such story was of a little elephant who loses his way in the big city but eventually finds his way back to his parents who are in the jungle.
After hearing it, she is waiting to get lost so that she can too get back to her parents. A complete face palm moment for me, but nevertheless I believe it will be useful to her if and when she has to face this situation.
During the last Skype call with the family, she told me that her mom is not telling her stories the way I do. I asked does she remember the older stories. And there she goes to list out each and every one which I have told her. She also adds, “I will tell all these stories to your baby, and some more of mine too. Every day one new story.”
One thing less for me to worry about 😉