Please listen well to the story.

When I was a child, my family used to go out to listen to the old storyteller in the plaza when he came to visit, we never missed a story as a child I liked it a lot but as the old storyteller grew, he lost his magic at least for me, the rest of my family still found it fascinating for some strange reason.

-One day I told my parents that I no longer wanted to go to see the old storyteller, I was honestly bored of going and I was going to face any consequences, I had better things to do than go see an old man talk, that's why I was going to visit grandparents, grandmother gave good sweets at least. Dad and mom, contrary to my expectations, accepted my decision willingly, relieved I could only think about the possibilities that were open to me.