On Saturday night, my last night with my family before I had to come back to Richmond, my family decided to put up our Christmas tree. We set it up in the family room and listened to Christmas music as we hung all the different ornaments on the tree. After the tree was done, we sat beside the fireplace and were talking about my grandmother when my Mom pulled out an old Life magazine she found while cleaning out her house. She then told my family the story of how my grandmother was a black belt in judo and would enter competitions and fight. She was extremely skilled and one of the best female fighters in the area. In the magazine my Mom had pulled out, she showed us a section in Life magazine where my grandmother was acknowledged for her impressive Judo. She told us how my grandmother always kept that magazine because she was so proud to be featured in the same magazine as other famous people.  Although this story was small, it really resonated with me because my grandmother was always so proud of her Judo and would use her moves to swipe my feet out from under me when I was a kid. Hearing the story made it feel like she was in the room sitting with us by the fire. I think this would be considered a story because it is not just a factual retelling of events but rather how my grandmother felt based on those events. Although it was not a long or detailed story, it still invoked some emotion in me and gave me more insight into my grandmother’s life. It’s difficult to determine what precise factors make something a story.