Upon the hour of his death, an elderly kinsman had described to his family the perils of a long life in the plains. The youngest son, whose memory was not too capable forgot it almost instantly. His parents, not wanting their son to forego the valuable information decided to inscribe it on the arching stone walls around their home so he wouldn\'t need to have it cluttered in his mind. This was the first written story (or drawn). After this came many millennias of storytellers, the bards, the playwrights, the soothsayers, the novelists, each prized for his or her work. AND I WANT TO BE ONE OF THEM • Find me on Wattpad @Roro_Cano