I was a class clown.
Once, a teacher was droning on, and the class was all about to nod out. I embarrassed the heck out of him when I gasped loudly, and with all eyes on me, I looked inside the top of my blouse. I then clasped it to me and said, “oh good, they’re still there.” Everyone giggled, but not because of what I did. They laughed because the teacher turned beet red, including his neck.
I once did an assigned demonstration on the topic of how to properly eat a goldfish.
It was during a time when swallowing live goldfish was seeing a revival on college campuses. My goldfish was a carrot carved so that at a distance, it passed. It floated the right way in a bowl I bought just for that day. It was cut very thin where the tail started, so it would appear to wiggle vigorously when I held it up. The demonstration involved holding it above my mouth as I tipped back my head. I explained that most people swallow them whole, but, I then dropped it in my mouth, and chewed. There had been ice in the bowl just before class, so it crunched loudly as I explained that I like chewing the bones. All had been cleared with my teacher first.
The class was mortified, screaming at the teacher to call the police, or animal control.
I started my public speaking more than a decade earlier. I was two and a half when I memorized an amusing poem I recited in front of my church congregation. As I started, a child was wriggling. His mom shushed him. For me! Grown ups were being quiet to hear me! That was it. I loved being in front of an audience.
I am quite eloquent and I am a good public speaker.
Perhaps I am an exception, but I don’t think so.
EDIT: conversation is a different matter. Oh, I do go on! :-D