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
