Stories from Childhood

My dad was a natural storyteller. He used to weave all sorts of yarns for us when we were kids. He did this to help us relate to the world around us and chronicle our childhood in a magical way.

As we got older, he put them to paper. I don’t think he fancied himself an author, but one of the greatest gifts he gave to me was this memory in published form when my own son was small.

While endeavoring to clean-up and out my son’s room preparing for his moving on to college, I unearthed this gem from my dad…

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