When I was three, my parent’s owned a bar called The Are You Kidding Me. I used to check IDs at the door. My parents said it would teach me responsibility.
At the time I loved making up stories, but my parents, being parents didn’t want to listen to me talk. So when I got into storyteller mode, my parents would put me up on stage and I would tell my stories to strangers, just like I do with this blog.
That stage is also where I learned dexterity because I would have to dodge beer bottles.
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