And tell me again Sandy…

Yesterday I was at my chiropractor’s office and she asked me the question of how and when I got into wanting to record my student’s stories. As you can see from my older sister’s shocked expressions, she didn’t realize a  baby could talk, but then again I wasn’t just any ordinary baby.I came from the womb curious, wanting to know what people thought.  I wanted to know why my sisters hair was brown while I had blonde fuzz on the top of my head.As I grew older I would find the lives of others fascinating. I can remember a trip back to Pennsylvania to visit my grandparents.  My parents and brothers and sister and grandmother were taking a day trip to visit the local sites, but I wanted to stay behind to be with my grandfather.  I can still recall vividly that day of looking with him at all of his coin collections as he shared what he knew about the coins.  We spent time together talking and sharing and I learned so much about him that day.The more I talk to people the more fascinating it is to learn that it is true every body does have a story to tell.I am honored each time I hear the lives of those around me.