I remember sitting on the floor, as my older brother took trumpet lessons and my dad sat, waiting, drumming out beats on his knees. When the lesson was done, the trumpet teacher and his wife, an elementary music teacher, came up to me, age 7, and asked, what instrument will you play when you are old enough? I didn't even hesitate: the saxophone. And so it was, with the trumpet teacher's wife - Mrs. Pontecorvo -- my first favorite teacher, the one who taught me how to make music. #smallstories
@dogtrax a music origin story, cool, now intermediated, intercogitated, and interpolated: https://youtu.be/gBWPjP_7K3c #smallstories @katebowles @Algot @Nomadwarmachine @sensor63 @taniasheko
@tellio @dogtrax You two are soul creatives. :)
@taniasheko @tellio If you write one, we'll honor your writing, too. No pressure, tho. Just reciprocal thinking
@dogtrax @tellio I'd love to. Is it a personal story?
@taniasheko @tellio I'd be lying if I said I knew all the rules (if there are any), other than to try to use the hashtag #smallstories I've been doing small slices of life.

@dogtrax @tellio @taniasheko there are no rules.

and the walls are not real either. Borders and boundaries, we speak right through them.

For me a small story is anything that I would like to share - sometimes they just spill out, the stories. Sometimes they are actually small, and other times they are part of larger stories. In my experience, they are always a part, whether a glimpse into or reflection of some part of me.