Were any of you out there the imaginative type as children? Did you spend hours in creative play, dress-up, theatre? Did you create elaborate tales and ever attempt to pass them off as real?
Today as I was driving home a story I once told came to mind. One of those elaborate tales I concocted during the annual ten day family camping excursion to Baxter State Park. It was the August of 1993. Having been born in 1981, I perhaps should have been past the age of exaggerated story telling. =)
The story began as my cousin and I walked the campground weaving in and out of the paths and spending time climbing those huge boulders. I began by telling her how I had located a birth certificate that had my name on it, but different parents names on it. And best of all. . . I was born in London! What if I was part of the royal family?
Am I missing from this photo???
What if I was kidnapped? What if I’m adopted? My cousins eyes grew large as she pondered the implications of my story. Why hadn’t my parents told me, how come I looked so much like my family. Were they trying to hide something? I went on to share all the things I was feeling and we discussed how I should approach the adults I had called mom and dad for the past 12 years with my new discovery.
Well, probably 45 minutes later I confessed, there was no birth certificate and I implored she tell no one of my fabricated tale. She was mad for a while and told me that I was wrong for lying to her. She was right.
So what’s the biggest story you’ve ever told?
Note: I have an amazing family. I have all the baby pictures to prove I’m biological. =)
