Storytelling

I do not know why but I have such a fascination with stories, especially if it is fiction for as long as I can remember, or longer than I can remember.  Since I was a kid I may have not known it myself but I would usually daydream in school about being somewhere else or in a fantasy world.  At home I was usually alone and my stuffed animals would be my characters from a story or stories in my head.  But I never thought of it as maybe an idea to writing it down on paper rather than just being in my thoughts until I was in high school. 
In high school, it came when I had freshman English and one of the stories the class read was The Scarlet Ibis.  It was the short story I got really interested in and perhaps the best short story I have read so far.  It was one of those bittersweet plots that really took an affect on me that I really don ot remember any more of the short stories.  But a novel read in the same class was The Island of Dr. Moreau, now that novel I understood the idea of where the plot was leading to.  I understood the antagonists to think that if there is no law…then what?  They were animals created by Moreau and if they are still animals, then why must they not stand on all fours.  And the interesting situation is where all the animals created are following orders.  Not because they respect the doctor, but because of not wanting to deal with pain.  One, that will soon be an antagonist, will fight back and be an animal for that is life and law.  That story did intrigue me though I am not a reader who would be in the world of vivisection.
Other stories I read in high school that would make a big impact on me is, of course, The Great Gatsby.  Just the world of the Jazz Age really gave me that spark, and Nick really getting to know who he is and realize he is not someone who wants fame and fortune.  All he wanted was the love of his life.  Also Of Mice and Men, I remember being finished with that book before each chapter would be discussed in class.  I just could not put it down for I wanted to know what would happen to Lennie after he accidently killed Curley’s wife.  I felt sympathy for him, for he was always vulnerable to everyone around him.  Another bittersweet story like The Scarlet Ibis but it was meant to be for it seemed like an easy death rather than to be in the hands of Curley.  The Things They Carried was a collection of stories I remembered reading and it was neat to have a college class that had the book in an American fiction class.  I got to know more than what I learned in high school.  Last novel I can recall is The Secret Life of Bees, I do like the story for it had a good plot.
It really was not just those stories I read in high school for there were a few that I read in college that gave me a liking to them.  One I could not put down like I did with Of Mice and Men is The Remains Of The Day, now that story became one of my favorites.  Up there as favorites is Judith Guest's Ordinary People.  The story makes me want to realize that life is worth living in spite of horrible things, for it is a part of life. 
There are a couple stories I am working on now but it is taking a lot of time to put the pieces together.  The only flaw that is holding me back, is how I write.  My writing use to not make sense throughout my twelve years of school.  Yet this is a reason why I am in college, to get better .  And I will keep going for stories are worth telling.