Story telling in a small town could be an extremely persuasive way for an elder to get a point across to the younger generations of children. In the modern world of America today we notice that not many children participate in story telling anymore. Many children of this generation use phones and computers as their main way of communication. Living in a small town; however you could see that children listen to stories that their grandparents enjoy telling, but without even noticing it the children all learned exemplary behavior from them. Personally story telling has had a very substantial impact on my life. Story telling from my family members has taught me many implicated morals and has attached me to the fixated ideas of being kind to others, being respectful, and not to under estimate the abilities of another person.
Well I suppose I should introduce myself, my name is Keaton. I live in a very small town of less than one hundred people or so. As a young child I can remember spending many hours at my grandfather’s house listening to the stories of how he was raised, and the things he has learned of the years. He would tell me one of the same old folk tales that almost every child has heard of at least once in their young lives. At the time when he would tell me about a talking rabbit racing a turtle I would always believe he was mental, but as I grew older that story still bounces around in my mind. I have come to connect that small fictional story with the implicated characters behind the scenes with the people of my everyday life. What I learned from that story was to never under estimate someone else.
I have never been one who is very creative, but today I will tell you a story. I hope that you will understand all of the meanings of which I have added behind it, and that you will use this new found knowledge in your life.
Imagine that you are in a time of long ago; forests are abundant with animals all around you. The air is crisp and clean as you take a deep breath. You notice a small boy, Nejji, wandering around the forest and he is all alone pulling behind him the carcass of a deer. Nejji continues to endure this great struggle for miles, until he finally makes it home to his enormous village. As he walks into his home his parents pay him no attention at all. It seems as if they did not even notice that he was gone; nor the fact that he had brought home with him enough meat to feed the family for days. His parents were so busy making sure the villagers were safe they paid no attention to their children. Outraged by this Nejji ran off into the woods. He was determined to live without his family and strive on his own. Nejji had a good start to this new voyage; he found many crops from the outskirts of the village to make food from. Being a child he knew very little about the terrain, and even less about the plants he could and could not eat. He went from day to day digging up rots and making stew from them on a small campfire. Every night he would think back to when the village was small a few years back, and of all the nights he sat around a fire listening to his grandpa’s stories of hunting and war. After a week of Nejji’s absence villagers noticed he was not home or anywhere in the village so they began looking for him. Meanwhile Nejji was making a nice hot meal of stew, and later on enjoyed it. Nejji began to feel sick, and was losing his strength drastically. After only two hours of his meal: Nejji collapsed, and was now unconscious and defenseless in the woods.
The villagers, along with Nejji’s parents, were all worried. They searched the entire village and discovered him nowhere nearby. They decided to create a search party and leave immediately to find him. Nejji’s parents had to remain home and tend to the children left behind while others searched for their son. The search party searched nonstop for two hours and just as they were going to give up one of the men spotted a clue to which direction Nejji had gone. They quickly pursued Nejji’s tracks, as thee dawns early light broke the horizon they found Nejji. He was completely limp, yet still alive. The group of men began doing anything they could do to help Nejji; they gave him water, food, and wrapped him in a warm blanket. As they reached the village with Nejji, his parents came running to meet the group of men with their son. They asked him why he ran away, and as his final words were said he began to cry, along with Nejji the parents wept too realizing the extent of their son’s sickness. He spoke to them saying he felt alone in that home, that they never paid him any attention or noticed him. He explained to them all the things they never did to make him feel wanted, he began to grow extremely cold. He muttered to his parents three final words as he passed away “I love you.”
People who grew up in a big city often miss out on stories such as this one. From this story there were so many implied morals, and not everyone will see them the same. A person from a small town who is accustomed to stories of this kind could possibly notice all hidden meanings to such a story, while on the other hand; A person from a big city might think of it as another sad story of a runaway child unable to fend for himself. Many people of this new generation would not notice all of these hidden secrets of a story, but to the hopes of many elders, they should at least understand one. You do not have to do anything alone.