Our Own Stories

We have been reading about childhood memories of people who learned lessons through things that happened to them. The next assignment is writing a personal narrative.

It is strange that, in every culture and time, people have been compelled to preserve things that they remember, to share. So, I have been wondering why people write down things that made an impact on their lives.

What need do we have to share our experiences?

Do we get more satisfaction from reading about someone with whom we can identify, or in writing our own stories for those who could understand how we felt?

Are these stories that we leave behind us what makes us all human? What if we had no stories from real lives? What do we learn from them?

Just wondering. :)