A storytelling journey begins

I am not a storyteller. I am a story listener. When I was little, I would listen to the radio where every night, at the appointed hour, I would listen to this radio show called "Dagiti Sarsarita ni Uncle Pete." Here I would hear Uncle Pete recount all sorts of stories. This was the mid-seventies, in the Philippines, and I was entranced by his voice, the sound effects, and by the new language that I was learning. Having only spoken English up to this point, I was in love with hearing Ilocano and listening to its cadence, only half understanding at first, until one day I realized I understood the whole story. Sometimes they were adventure stories with an unlikely young hero, sometimes they were traditional fairytales, sometimes they were folk tales from an unknown (to me) indigenous group. Uncle Pete regaled me with tales and worlds new to me. I don't remember the details anymore but I remember the anticipation of the story and the excitement of being in the story, whatever that may be.