Another Thread – Short Stories

I have always enjoyed playing make believe. 

I loved playing with Barbies. I love doll houses. I love playing games like The Sims. I love being both the creator and spectator of all the stories. I enjoy peeking in the windows of my imagination to see what my invisible friends are up to.

I would spend hours sitting outside when I was little playing something that my brother’s tauntingly called “Stick People”. I suppose it wasn’t a cruel thing for them to call it, because that’s exactly what it was. I would find some twigs, maybe two or three inches long and they would be my stick people. I would find an interestingly textured flat rock that would be their house, and then play with them like they were dolls.

birch treeNot just any stick would do. There were specific trees that bred stick people. Female sticks were from Birch trees, and the males were from a type of tree that I don’t even know what it is, but there was one in my front yard.

My sister and brothers would of course tease me, as siblings will do. I didn’t mind. They were not allowed in my stick people world. They did not and could not ever understand it. I did not and could not even consider allowing them in.

I don’t remember the plot lines, stories, and lives that my stick people lived. It was likely similar to scenes from Gone with the Wind, or whatever scandalous activities were playing out in the soap operas that were popular at the time.

I’m sure my habit of playing with stick people is a story in itself. The truth is that even though I gave up the sticks, the stories have always been there.

feather pen 1

That’s why I am including short story writing as one of the threads in the tapestry of my life.

Thank you for reading!

~ Tami


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