Saying Stories Podcast

Once there was a boy. A boy who stayed still. His family would travel on vacations all over the world. To Bangkok. To Belgium. Even to Baghdad. However, when his family went away he would stay behind, in his room, and stare at the white wall. From his old bed frame, his old mattress, and his old comforter he could examine the cracks in the wall. The paint chipped away. The wooden floorboards. And every time his family went away on vacation, usually for weeks at a time, he would stare — with a long — yearning to know what that wall really was. He grew so intimate with the wall that he knew every scrape, every mark, every part that composed it. His family was off in Bosnia wavering, vacillating, see-sawing excruciatingly between the succulent menu options at a local restaurant. You see..This boy’s family was all about trying new things. They had been all over the world, eaten all different kinds of food, seen amazing things, and had amazing adventures and experiences. However, they didn’t really know anything f