51 parts Complete I recall how my sister and I used to recite a little poem together as we gazed up at the big, star-studded, Kansas night sky together.
"Star, light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight"
She used to tickle me until I would tell her what I had wished for. You know what? God heard my boyish wish upon a star and granted me a life filled with adventure. If you ask me why He chose to grant my wish, I'd say it was so that I could share my adventures with others.
Now, you may expect that, as Mark Twain said, my stories have at least an element of truth, but that I've added a lot of color - truth be told, they are more flavor than fact. I expect that my brother is right when he says that I've added so much color so as to make the stories mostly fiction. I hope you can tolerate this.
