Storytelling for me is hit or miss. I really suck generally. Usually cause I choke up on my own laughter.
Trick is I really have to be into the story being told, and premeditated it a little in the sense that I have to search my feelings about it. Writing is helpful as a medium.
Once when I was about 8, my family and I were staying in a hotel in some city. Us kids were left in the room while my parents went out for an hour or so. My three older siblings were talking about a subject I didn't understand or something, and I kept trying to get them to involve me. They eventually huddled and so I told them that if they didn't tell me and include me that I would moon the whole street below from our hotel rooms sliding glass door (it was one of those kind of hotels where every room opens to a big balcony -- anyone can walk by all the rooms' big glass doors). Well, they ignored or didn't hear me. So I, a great mooning enthusiast, went over to the door, pulled the curtains aside and stuck my little bum to that glass, waved it around. They finally paid attention to me: but too late. My parents arrived just at that moment, approximately (although my siblings tell me some guy went by first).
Yes, I got in trouble. But they should have seen it coming! What with my unhealthy appreciation for mooning that they all knew about...
I guess I did it really because I wanted in that situation to appear as something else besides just a whiny little sister and baby. Because I despised that role. I would be something none of them ever dared! I could do big things too!
Oh dear, I can just see the look on their faces: disbelief and amusement. And a certain kind of jealousy even. Or rather, I feel what I felt when I did see the look on their faces... Right before I turned around in horror at my parents' angry faces.
I got us all in some trouble but we all thought it was funny anyway. Except maybe one of them. The goodie two-shoes.
I'm pretty sure that was the last time I mooned anyone.
We had been eating pizza out of the box while they were gone...
I want pizza.