Why do we tell stories? I asked my class today as part of the personal narrative unit, and as they were discussing their ideas with another student one guy waved flagged me over.
"Can I tell him a story?" he asked, nodding at his partner.
"That's not exactly what we're doing," I told him, "but why do you want to?" I continued, drawing out the word.
"Because he told me one," he shrugged, "and now it's my turn."
"But you don't have to tell a story," I said.
"I know," he answered impatiently, "but I want to."
"But WHY do you want to?" I probed, eye brows raised. "That is the question."
"Oh," he said. "Because it's fun? Because I think he might like it? Because I will like telling it?" He paused. "Are you just going to ask me why, why, why, again?"
"Nope," I said. "Do you know why?"
"Can I tell him a story?" he asked, nodding at his partner.
"That's not exactly what we're doing," I told him, "but why do you want to?" I continued, drawing out the word.
"Because he told me one," he shrugged, "and now it's my turn."
"But you don't have to tell a story," I said.
"I know," he answered impatiently, "but I want to."
"But WHY do you want to?" I probed, eye brows raised. "That is the question."
"Oh," he said. "Because it's fun? Because I think he might like it? Because I will like telling it?" He paused. "Are you just going to ask me why, why, why, again?"
"Nope," I said. "Do you know why?"
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