As a girl, I didn't hear bedtime stories about Winnie the Pooh or even adventures about some make believe character. When Dad told us stories at bedtime, they were about his childhood. These stories were not always the most cheerful stories, because Dad didn’t have a blissful childhood. But I will not forget a boy that accidentally threw his candy bar into the fire instead of the wrapper, or when he rolled down a hill inside a tire. Pouring gas into the motor of a vehicle as it was moving, and having an antelope as a pet. I loved hearing the tales of Dad’s childhood and would ask for them again and again.
--Lisa
I too remember those bedtime stories, we laughed and we cried. Something else I remember about Dad and his bedtime stories is that he would always try to teach us a lesson. One day he got mad at one of his brothers and grabbed a piece of paper off the counter and threw it at him. He told us that he had often thought how different the story would have been if it had been a knife on the counter instead of a piece of paper. I think this experience helped dad to learn to control his anger and he taught us through his story as well as by example.
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