After reading Susanna's wonderful post today on how she uses story-telling in her sketchbook, I was reminded about stories my daughter used to tell me when she was quite young. We would sit down and draw or collage together, each with our own images and papers, and then I would let her dictate (word for word!) a story to me about the art-piece she made. I have about a dozen of these 'art-stories' from when she was 3 and 4. I love reading her words now, as I am totally transported back to when she was so young, and what was important to her... They make me smile and laugh! Here are a few of my favorites!

A BOY HELPS THE BIRDS.
Once upon a time there was a tree. And on one of its highest branches there was a bird. The tree was very very sad because the branch was almost going to fall. Then the branch took hold of someone climbing the tree, who had a rope to help keep the branch staying up so the baby birds would not fall! And then there was a big storm. The Little boy ran inside and the tree took hold of the rope so it wouldn't fall!
The end. (age 4)

GORILLA WANTS TO EAT THE MAILMAN.
Once upon a time there was a little mailman playing with puzzles. He got angry because he was lonely. The butterly came and he was the mailmans friend. And then the baby said: "I want you to buy me!" The mailman said: "I think I'm going to the butterflies right now." And then came the frog, turtle, and giraffe. They said: "Ricky, you must take us to the doctors because we are sick!" They jumped to the doctors. The mailman gave the girl leopard a newspaper to take home from the hospital. And then the gorilla said: "I want to eat you!" Ricky said: "I'm going in my house now." So he wouldn't see the gorilla. He has to be nice to the mailman. Frog got the chicken-pox because he had no money and had to go to the bathroom and get washed, while he was at the hospital. The Eskimo baby ate the pot and he got a time-out. and then came the babies with hats on and said: "It's OK..." and the mailman said: "Leave her alone, she is having a time-out!" The end. (age 3)

OH I LOVE TO SING!
Once upon a time there was a Blue Daisy who was growing a bit funny. There was a big storm coming so the Daisy quickly closed up. The mouse ran inside to eat its dinner. The beetle was with the mouse. 'Papa Nature' tells them there is a big flustery picture in their house. The beetle ran out of the house since Mama was calling it. The heart breaks... The mouse went to school while its Mother was sweeping the floor. The end. (age 4 1/2)
NOW I FEEL COMPELLED TO GO AND WRITE MY OWN STORIES, HOPE YOU DO TOO!!!