Story telling: Telling my own here
To tell your own it needs not much besides something that you want others to read. A story is like a fairytale or a peace of history or the truth about something. Mine is a peace of history and the truth about me blogging.
I startet blogging around 1996 when I found out how the internet works and that the young internet needed content. The content was created by ordinary people. I was such an ordinary person. I wrote stories before I found the internet already but nobody could read them. The internet changed everything about “Telling Stories”.
When others can read your story
What happens when other people can read things you had in your mind? You blast them out into public and everyone can basically read your mind. It’s kinda scary when think about it. I believe in myself and in things I do since my childhood. I kept everything inside of my mind but then I started with my diary. It was kind of a gate that opened and it brought me freedom. You could say that writing offered me relief from all the ideas I had, all the stuff I invented and thoughts I had about almost everything.
My life was so full information and experiences that some people I met on my “Road Of Expectations” – which means life – thought I have to be older than I told them. Lots of things I experienced where not beautiful or good in any way but I learned from those much more. I love my life and how I found out about so many things. Would I like to change anything? Yes.
All the writing came when I missed my family, especially my dad who – let’s just say – died when I was seven years old. With his death I turned inside and school was not even secondary. It was boring anyway. What do you want to teach someone who knew already much more?
My life looks crazy if I would tell all what happens. I try not to but some people know more and others less. It was a good learning process for writing that’s for sure. Therefore I could start this blog and started once again to publish my thoughts.