Once upon a time ...
There was a girl named Meg. She loved stories more than anything else in the world. When she opened a book, she was captivated by the funny characters, the magical places they'd go, and the great adventures they had.
One day, Meg decided to write a story just like the ones she loved. She created a fun character and put her in a magical place where she had all sorts of great adventures. Meg had so much fun she wrote more and more. She submitted her stories at school and won prizes. Her teacher even showed one of her stories to the school principal! Meg was happy.
But then her family packed up and moved to a new town, far away from her old school. Meg was still happy writing stories, but her new teacher didn't like the way she told them. He thought they were childish and scolded her in front of the whole class.
Meg's mother was unhappy in the new town. She worked really hard and was tired in the evenings. Meg's mother said her stories were childish. Meg should be good in math and science so she could be a doctor and earn lots of money. Meg's mother said stories don't make money.
Meg became sad. She stopped showing her stories to her teacher and her mother. Time passed and Meg found it harder and harder to write stories. She started to believe storytelling is childish.
So when Meg grew up she didn't pursue storytelling. She dressed in gray and worked in a gray cubicle. There were no fun characters and magical settings and great adventures. Meg wrote stories about war and hard things. She thought storytellers didn't make money.
Meanwhile, another storyteller who did write about fun characters and magical settings and great adventures was making money. More money than the queen of her country. Her stories were read by children all over the world, her characters were not just fun but also famous, and the magical settings enchanted millions.
Meg looked at that storyteller and realized it was okay to tell any kind of story she wanted. She could create fun characters and magical settings and great adventures. Stories are not childish. Stories make people happy. Stories make people dream and wonder and imagine and discover.
Meg has grown up, but she still loves stories. She loves fun characters who go to magical places and have wonderful adventures. Meg learned something new about storytellers, too.
If one storyteller can make one person happy with their stories, then many storytellers can make many people happy.
For the world is full of wonder,
And not bitterness or regret.
A storyteller helps us remember
The child we cannot forget.
~ Meg North
This post is dedicated to Louisa May Alcott, L. Frank Baum, Lewis Carroll, the Brothers' Grimm, Hans Christian Anderson, James Barrie, Beatrix Potter, Laura Ingalls Wilder, C. S. Lewis, Dr. Seuss, Roald Dahl ... and J. K. Rowling.
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