Kelly K Doyle

I am the oldest of five children, with ten years separating me from my youngest sibling, I naturally helped out, especially with the baby. I often read to Linda, becoming quite talented at giving “voices” to characters. I would make up tales. Here began my love of storytelling. The story I am proudest of from my youth is not written down, as I created an oral urban legend. There was an old graveyard behind our house. One particular grave has a bust of a lovely young woman, looking to the sky. I told the younger children she had been buried alive! If you put your ear to her neck, you could hear her faint call. Imagine my delight, twenty years later when one of my nieces, with full sincerity, repeated this very same legend to me!