Telling My Story

This story started as a story about my brother, sister & myself.  As I looked closer at the picture, I noticed the paper bag in my hand.  The memories came rushing back.  This was really a story about my Granny Jackson.

See the bag?

My story required a second page.

Sometimes, if you really look at a picture, your story changes.  It becomes something so much more.  It is filled with sites, sounds, smells & memories. It becomes a connection with the people you love and your the present time.  "Who's Telling Your Stories?"

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