The Storytelling Chair

So I have been telling stories since I was able to talk, at least that's what my mother tells me. In fact, when I was about four or five, my parents bought me a Storytelling Chair. A very small, grey tweed armchair, bought specifically for me to sit in when I tell stories. We set it up next to the couch and my parents, mostly my amazingly supportive mother from memory, would sit and listen as I told my stories.

As I outgrew the chair, I soon started writing, and I started where many others did, with bad fanfiction.

To this day, I think about the storytelling chair, perhaps I will get a new one some day. But for now, the storytelling chair is whatever chair I happen to find myself in at the time.