This past week I was invited to be the ‘featured storyteller’ at a cub scout pack meeting by a friend of mine who’s a den mom. To be honest, I didn’t expect it to be more than perhaps half-a-dozen boys jammed into a small room…several of which who attend my old school.
I was assured that I would know many of them, so I agreed to this little venture.
Well, it turned out to be a pack or two, some Webelos, and their families as well.
I won’t lie and say that I wasn’t nervous, because I was.
When it came my turn to stand before these people, I decided to treat them just as if they were a class of fifth graders.
As I started the story the room became silent instantly, and remained that way for the entire fifteen minutes I’d been given. As I looked out on the faces in the crowd, I saw three past students from years gone by. They all were smiling…they had known what a story from ‘Mr. Z’ was really going to be like.
I am so glad that somewhere along the line, I learned to do voices for the books I read and the stories I tell. It makes the biggest difference in the world.
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