One little boy I saw today in my office drew a house that had a blue roof, a green window, and a red door. In it was a mouse that went squeak, squeak, squeak. The mouse ate the cheese that was on the table. And on the floor was dog food, which he colored red and yellow.
This was his first story ever told to me.
In the past year, he has grown his own ideas and thoughts, using words that he learned from the everyday people and things.
He now shares himself with the rest of the world. One story at a time.