"Gather round every pony! It is story time!" Granny Smith called out. Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rainbowdash, Fluttershy, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders, gathered around the old mare who was in her rocking chair, to listen to a story. The Apples were having a big slumber party with their friends. Big Mac even had friends over. They were out in the field. The girls just spent most of the day outside or in the kitchen, and Granny Smith had invited them to hear a story in the barn. A small Franklin stove was on, giving the sent of burning logs. It kept them warm on this somewhat chilly summer night."Where's Big Macintosh?" she asked.

"He wanted to stay out and work in the fields with his friends. " Applebloom answered."He said we are behind on our planting schedule."

"It isn't even autumn yet! Well, I guess it is good to be ahead of schedule," Granny Smith reasoned. "even if we are behind schedule on being ahead of schedule."

"So, you guys are on time." Twilight reasoned.

"Yes. Now, guess my age!" Granny Smith leaned towards her crowd.

"That wouldn't be very nice to do Granny Smith!" Rainbowdash was astonished.

"Granny, I think you are no older than 72." Applejack commented."Honesty."

"Ha! Seventy- two? That is young."

"Well, you must be younger than 105." Twilight guessed.

"Way older!"

"124 years old."

"160?"

"214?"

The ponies continued guessing around the room, each one getting a shaked head from Granny Smith. They knew that Granny Smith basically founded Ponyvill, but the town couldn't be that old, right? "We give up, Granny Smith!" Sweetie Belle whined.

"Granny Smith, it would be very impolite to guess your age, much less tell us! Very unladylike indeed!" Rarity said.

"Well, I am going to tell you anyways!" Granny Smith's eyes widened, looking around at the intentive ponies. She looked up at the ceiling and her hoof tapped her chin as she thought about her age. She had stopped counting about 20 years ago."Now was it 1020, or 1022?" Granny Smith mumbled.

"Your not that old, Granny Smith!" Scootaloo said in awe.

"How do you live that long?"

"But your not an alicorn!"

"Do you remember Princess Celestia banishing Nightmare Moon?"

"Do you remember Life back then?"

"Ponyvill isn't that old!"

"Do Y'all wanna hear the story or not!" Granny yelled.

A chorus of yes comes from around the room."Well, you all must settle in because it is a long story!" Granny Smith eased back into her rocking chair, and said, " How about a small snack for Y'all?"

The ponies got up, and walked to the kitchen, in the house. They grabbed an apple cookie each. they walked back to the barn, eager to hear the story. Celestia must have only had 30 minutes or so left on duty because the sun was almost down.

"Sit down again, Y'all," Granny Smith said, motioning her hoof around. There were bales of hay stacked, and barrels of apples and applesauce scattered around, and the ponies lounged against them.

"Thanks" echoed around the room, and then the munching on cookies started.

"Now, this story happened long ago, when I was just a filly." Those were the beginning words to the story that would change her life, and the lives of others.

Author's Note

Please point out any grammar mistakes I could have made here.

I am currently editing this story to make it better, I might even continue on with it because it is currently on Hatis, but that can change.