According to my parents, and I’ve heard them say this so often I think that I might even remember it, ever since I was two years old I would tell stories to whomever would listen. “Goldilocks and the Three Bears” was my early fave, and I told it as if it were my own story rather than a much loved and well-known children’s story. When I wrote historical research stories, I always chose factual but interesting subjects, and enjoyed captivating the readers in a tale while conveying historical information. My favourite papers were on Benedict Arnold, a US General in the War of Independence who turned coat as a traitor and was caught on board a British ship of war. He was exiled to Saint John New Brunswick when Britain lost the war, where he was reviled and run out of town. I also remember a particularly heart-wrenching essay about a leper colony in Northern New Brunswick on an isolated coastal island, which essay told the tale of a young girl suspected of having leprosy who was banished to the island, where years later she died of malnutrition rather than leprosy. I LOVE a good story. And I love telling them even more.