The Little Kid Who Talked Too Much

There once was a little kid who talked too much, he learned how to do so at a very young age.

As the baby of the family, he had many older children to talk to as well as the parents in the home.

This little kid learned how to speak, and read and write and debate all before he started school.

This little kid would talk so much at home that all of his older siblings would complain and complain.

“that little kid is talking too much, can’t you shut him up?” the older siblings would cry out.

“let him talk” the adults would say.

He wrote his first story in kindergarten and called it Mr Big Face and loved talking to everyone in his class and in his family.

This little kid who talked too much kept talking all the way through elementary and high schools.

English and language arts were places where he flourished.

The little kid didn’t just love talking, he loved stories and story telling of all kind.

He would read the news paper and listen to the radio.

He would read books about music and musicians and memorize the charts, the artists, the lyrics, the trends.

Of course the little kid who talked too much would grow into a student who volunteered too much, participated in student council too much and spoke his mind too much.

It led to him becoming an adult that graduated, worked in the community and learned from alternative sources too much.

That little kid became a big voice who speaks his mind too much, writes in his blog too much and loves his relatives too much.

Aren’t you glad they let him talk?

Even though he truly was that little kid who talked too much.