Here is a young Nicabob climbing up the self-made diving platform in the back of the house in Chalmatia. At that time we made a story that he dived in and surfaced in the canal just at the end of the street. We made a story about aliens who lived under the water and the scrappy Down-the-Road dogs who protected the little kids from their scratchy grasp. Children are naturals at story because they are all in from the moment you say “spaceship” or “tag” or “ice cream sandwich.”
