“Your word is spring.” I thought for awhile about a story that had to do with spring. Then I finally got it. “Well this one time I had to babysit a group of my sisters’ friends during spring break. It had just snowed the week before, but it had been warm so it was all the snow melted. We were bored and decided to sled down the muddy hill. We then proceeded to track the mud into the house. It was one of my favorite things during spring break.” According to others, I always have a story to tell. I have been this way ever since I was little, never really sitting there quietly, but always having something to say. Some of the stories I tell actually happen to me or someone I know, and other stories are ones that I make up on the fly. I can tell