Finding me
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Last published Sat, Apr 18, 2020
Each night, I got to hear a different story from my dad. He told me about the time he saw a UFO or when Santa Claus broke into his bedroom to give him a candy cane.
I became the audience of a mastery storyteller, enthralled with the unusual and interesting characters from another lifetime. These were incredible, audacious tales of bravery and adventure. And I was immediately captivated.
Every night, I would go to bed amazed. And every night, my dad would tell me the same thing:
Some day, you'll have stories of your own to tell.
But I never believed him. There was just no way I'd ever have stories like my dad's - I was certain of it. They were just too incredible. And for the longest time, I was right.
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