The Power of Stories

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The Power of Stories

Many people tell stories to inform others about themselves. Throughout my life people in my family have told me many stories, and behind each story there is a purpose. The stories I was told growing up were about experiences that people in my family have had or things that I have done. These stories mean a lot to me because through these stories different family members reveal many things about themselves. They want me to understand their ideas, beliefs, or feelings about a certain subject. They want people to praise or admire what they have done or accomplished. Funny stories are told to humor or embarrass someone, usually me. Other stories express that we are not alone in the world, and there are other people, like my aunt, that have had similar experiences.

The first stories that I remember being told were from my mom. She told us stories about her childhood and her times before she had us kids because she wants my siblings and me to know things about her and what she’s done in life so far. My mom loves to tell us stories about her life, and although we tease her every time she starts another story, we like to hear them because it lets us know what she’s all about. Every time we would pass a place where she had lived, we knew we were in for another story that we had already heard a million times before. Then when I went to college she started telling me stories about her college life. She talked about the places she had lived, like her sorority house, and the things she had done while she was there. She mentioned one story about how she and the other sisters would sit out one the roof of their house and listen to their music while out there. The other stories my mom would tell me were about how her...

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... black and blue mark on the tip of it, and had to walk around for a week embarrassed by it. This was a very humiliating thing for me, which they all found very humorous. All of these stories embarrass me to an extent. I am used to them being told but I still cringe when they start in on another story.

As you can see, the stories I was told while growing up did have lessons involved, lessons such as I have a good life and I should be thankful for that, and that I’m not alone in my experiences. Other lessons about how I should approach life and treat others. Some of the stories were just to inform me of things that have happened to people in my family and finally stories to amuse and humor the listener at my expense. They told the stories to pass on what they know, but they know that I have to find things out for myself. Maybe one of their stories can help me out.

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