Everybody loves a Real Story

My very first childhood memory of storytelling was around 4 years of age. My beautiful Nanna was the storyteller in this instance and I was in awe of her ability to make me laugh and inspire me with special stories about family and kindness. To this day I can still feel the comfort of her lap, her loving nanna arms wrapped around me, and the smell of her 4711 perfume (the scent of the era).