We all have stories.
We are filled with stories. If you survive childhood you have a million of them, most of which you have forgotten or want to forget. That's too bad because there is gold in those memories.
I was at the bus stop when Daniel was telling a story about his mom. I whip out old faithful and just catch him as he is sharing another story about him, his mom and a fish. The bus came too soon cuz he had a few more gems waiting to be shared.
The sound is a little fuzzy but you'll get the jist of it. Enjoy.