Truth Among Lies

We all grew up with stories told by the people around us. Parents, siblings, friends, teachers, neighbors. Fairytales about girls with red hoods traveling to her grandmother's house, a boy who can fly and takes kids to a magical land to fight pirates, a tale of magic beans that sprout high into the sky where the giants reside. But those are common, modern stories designed to put little kids to sleep.

How many people know the stories of old? Or should I say; how many people THINK they know the stories of old? Stories are a way to pass down lessons, ideas, feelings to younger generations, but over time they're bound to get jumbled and muddled.

Why are we so certain we know these stories? After all, there can be several versions of the same tale due to translation issues alone. But when you add centuries to mistranslations and going from one person to the next, you have to wonder how distorted the tales of old we hear truly are.

And we have to wonder: what is the true story among the false one?