S. Kay Murphy
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In 1963, I was nine years old and in the fourth grade at Grover Cleveland Elementary School in Lakewood, California. One day my teacher, Mrs. Walton, gave the class a homework assignment to write a story, having recently taught us the critical skill of punctuating dialogue. Later that afternoon, I sat on my bedroom floor with a pencil and a tablet of milk-blue paper. There I wrote a story in third person about a boy who built a robot out of spare parts from his garage. The robot, which was functional, though slightly flawed, became the lonely boy's good friend. The story had a beginning, a middle, and an end; a protagonist, a climax and a resolution. Of course, I had no idea at the time what those elements were. What I did know was that something mystical had occurred. A story had somehow gotten itself from my brain onto the paper. I had no idea where it came from, and I was in awe of it.
So I took it to school, and I offered it up to Mrs. Walton, and she asked if she could read it to the class. That's when I had my second mystical experience--I connected with my audience. I was a quiet, withdrawn little girl who walked with her head down, hoping for the least amount of contact with others. And yet, as I surreptitiously watched the faces of my classmates while they listened to my story, laughing in the right places, raptly attentive during the action scenes, I realized that at least in this one way, I could connect with them. I can only describe the moment as sublime.
For the truth is, a story which reveals the dreams, hopes, failures, fears and triumphs of others creates a universal human connection that transcends age, race and gender. It is this truth which drew us together in our genesis around the glow of a fire in a cave, and it is that which draws us together now around the similar glow of a television or movie screeen or the footlights of a theater. Witnessing human drama unfold, whether it is real or fictional, assures us that we are not alone in our own experiences.