There are actually two Tell-A-Story days: one in the US and one in the UK/Scotland. The one in the US is today (April 27th). The other is October 27th. Since I live in the ol' U-S-of-A, that means it's story time! Here's a random memory from my rather strange childhood.
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When I was, oh, let's say 12, though I can't really remember, my cousin stopped by the farm to visit. He was old enough to drive at that point and had been driving down one of the busier roads in the area when he came across an odd sight--a mother Canadian goose and her goslings crossing the road. Well, Mommy Dearest took flight and the babies ran off into the bushes. My cousin managed to find two of them and brought them to us. I named them Buster and Goslin (my young mind naturally just assumed that if there were two then one would be a girl and one would be a boy. Logical, right?). My German Shepherd became like a mother to them and we have a picture somewhere of them sleeping right on top of him. We raised them in the house until they were big enough to go up onto the pond. Eventually they both took mates, so there were four on the pond every summer, then one disappeared and left three. Now there are only two, and we're not sure if one is one we raised, but they come back every year, no fail, to raise babies of their own before they head south for winter.
So what's your story? It can be anything. Please share!