I don't have stories

I have no stories to tell. When with my friends and we are all talking about the 'Good-ol-days' I just sit there, cross-legged, gaping open-mouthed listening to the narration of their lives. Marveling at the fun things they did, the meaningful experiences they had. 'Ooh'-ing and 'Aah'-ing at all the right places. But, somehow I miss not being the person who is being marveled at, the person who's stories people laugh at. Its not like my life has been empty, completely deprived of memories and little funny incidences. Its just something that is holding me back from letting it out. I'm aware that its nothing major that I would say. It would all be part of something absolutely normal, like any other person sharing their experiences. but, maybe with the group of new people being the audience I hesitate because I feel what I have to say borders inconsequential. Maybe it doesn't sound as 'cool' as their stories about school and friends and family. I cover this hesitation by labeling my life as boring and blaming hatred for school for not being involved enough to have any stories. But, I know ...........

Aaahh and the bell rings. Have to go. Will complete this later. Ciao!! :)