How to Tell and Share Your Story

We really want to know: what’s your story?

The My Climate Story storybank is an open source and open access resource for exploring how diverse individuals are sensing and making meaning of changes more typically gauged in quantitative measures of atmospheric CO2 or rates of sea level change.

Telling your story about how you experience climate change is simple–anyone can do it; we are all experiencing it. Think about what your climate story might be: maybe you feel uncertain, maybe sad, maybe frustrated. Maybe you smell the changes, or feel them on your skin. There’s really no wrong way to document your climate story, just make sure you connect it to a specific place you care about.

There are multiple ways to tell and share your story to the storybank!

You can fill out our contribution forms with a written account. Perhaps you will draw a picture or take a photo. You might video or audio record the sights and sounds you associate with the change you’re experiencing. You might record someone — even yourself — telling the story and submit the audio file. The form supports many types of media files!

You can also call our My Climate Story Hotline (267-499-3973) to leave a short glimpse of your experience, including how you feel, as a voicemail message.

My Climate Story contributions can be also be created and collected in formal or informal educational settings (see our Workshop Resources page for curricular materials), shared through social media using the hashtag #MyClimateStory, or submitted individually. Adapt the process for the needs in your community!

If you or someone in your community would prefer to submit a story in a language other than English, read all our multilingual story prompts here. We currently have submission forms available in Arabic, Filipino, French, German, Greek, Hindi, Indonesian, Italian, Japanese, Kiswahili, Mandarin, Mongolian, Russian, and Spanish, in addition to English. (Not seeing your language, or see a problem with one of these translations? Please help us translate our collection form and fix any errors. Get in touch with us at




Evan’s Story

The violent winds lifted me up into the air. It would’ve succeeded if it wasn’t for my dad anchoring me down.

Ikym’s Story

Through my health and home.

Emma’s Story

Holding infant-me, my parents huddled on the kitchen floor in order to avoid the windows. Because of the raging hurricanes in the summer of 2004…

Rachel’s Story

Ohio was home for the first eighteen years of my life. Since leaving it, however, it has become refuge.

Emma’s Story

When I awoke on the morning of September 9, 2020. I was extremely confused. My bedroom was almost completely dark, which was, of course, very unusual…

Nic’s Story

I was born in France but barely ever lived there. However every winter I go back there to celebrate Christmas…

Tristan’s Story

My family has a cabin in Kentucky. When my dad was growing up, they would do the usual drive…

Anastasiia’s Story

The weather discrepancies during the same season throughout years.

Carolina’s Story

A few days after arriving in Portugal from Brazil for a one-year study period, I experienced a small…

Alejandro’s Story

Bogotá used to be much colder, and with constant rain (volume and frequency)…


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