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Day 19 (?) A talent that I have

I know I am a day late with this.
The reason is that I couldn't think of a talent that I have!
I asked around and one thing kept coming up.
My talent is telling stories.
Not really fairytale stories or anything like that.
My talent is telling tall tales.
They are not lies per say... more stories that I make up about my life for the entertainment of others.
Here are some examples.
My dad is a leprechaun hence why I'm ginger.
The reason that there is a myth about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is due to a mistranslation of the leprechaun tradition of baptizing their children on the day of the rainbow (which varies from year to year like Easter Sunday). Because of the children's ginger hair the pot is called the pot of gold.
I went to school on a donkey, holding on to is ears for aerodynamic reasons.
I have been to Hogwarts and can turn children into bats...
There are many more they just aren't coming to mind.
As you can see by my tall tale content, my stories are generally in jest.
It is not much of a talent but that is all I can think of!
Feel free to remind me of any of the other ones!

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  1. your talent is make the life around you more vivid and bright. perhaps you should include that in there too.

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