When my brother and I were very young, my father would tuck us in bed and tell us bedtime stories. He had a great imagination and would tell us these fantastic tales and embellish them with descriptions of the characters and places. My brother and I would get excited with all the fun things he would describe. I remember as I got older that I would lie there and make up different endings to his stories that I thought were better. At the time I had no idea that this creative and stimulating atmosphere would be the foundation for my fantasies. As a young boy my mother nicknamed me the,...
When my brother and I were very young, my father would tuck us in bed and tell us bedtime stories. He had a great imagination and would tell us these ...
