Stories are a way of life

When I was a kid, my father told us bedtime stories. The five of us would get together in our pajamas and sit around on the biggest bed in the house, and Dad would turn the lights down or off and start talking. Unlike many parents who do this sort of thing, he never, to the best of my recollection, retold fairy tales or well-known books. No, Dad made up stories about Pee Wee Rabbit, and the Man With The Big Nose and his friends. It's one of the memories all of us treasure about our childhoods.

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Published on June 21, 2009 05:08
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