Many people think that writing and story telling is for professional people. Well storytelling has been a human activity since time begun. Before the professionals like social workers, counsellors, psychologists etc came on the scene, people told their stories to feel good. When we share stories we feel better. Storytelling is fun and therapeutic at the same time. In that moment of speaking we live what we tell, we feel and we purge.
If you could tell one story tothe world, what would that story be? Please share in confidence. You do not have to put your name or anything just share in the safety of this blog. Hoping to hear from you.
Once when I was a little girl, my cousin Ellis and I went swimming in the koker next to my grandmother's house. It something we always did. We were about 10 years old. We knew not to go in the deep end. But we've been swimming for a while now, every now and then we would edge out a little further towards the middle. Each time we made it back alright.
ReplyDeleteLike old times my cousin who was way braver than I could ever be, drifted out towards the middle of the stream and appeared to have difficulty coming back in. I saw her duck once and then her head rose up again and she beckoned me to come but I didn't go, I was afraid. I saw her duck and rose her head again and she did the same thing, beckoning me to come but I didn't. Then she ducked again and never rose up for a while.
I realized then that she was not coming up again. I scooted out the water and started yelling for someone to come an rescue her. My older cousin came back and he edged by the corner of the water and tapping with his foot. I realizsed he was just as scared as I was so I continued yelling. Then cousin Oscar came by on his bicycle and I said Ellis is in the water and she's not coming out. He threw his big aside and dived into the water in a hurry.
I prayed she was not dead or anthing like that. After a little while Cousin Oscar emerged with my cousin who was kicking up and trying to wriggle out of his arms to go back in the water. He gave her one slap on her bottom and it's like it woke her up. He place her on the wooden bridge and boy did she run into our grandmother's yard.
I always get the shivers when I think about that story and what would have happened had she drowned. I might have blamed myself for it. I always wondered why she did not want to come outside the water. What was going on down there that made her want to say there.
If any of you have some ideas about this please post your comment.
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