The History of Stories
When i was little, my brothers and I shared a bedroom. When it was time to get ready for bed, we’d slip into our pajamas, brush our teeth and climb into our beds. Then it was story time.
As we laid there in our beds, Dad would come in and transport us to a different time and place. He introduced us to everyone from cowboys to detectives. From our pillows we could see the girl being carried away by the bad cowboys. We worried about her but were sure that the good cowboy would come to rescue her soon. From beneath our blankets, we witnessed our first gun battle when a detective traded shots with gangsters. We saw women who were not only beautiful but virtuous as well. They always came out of their adventures safe and in the arms of their tough but kind heroes.
We made Dad continue his stories until he started to yawn and steal glances toward my parents’ room.
People refer to the 40’s and 50’s as the "golden age of radio." To me, the 80’s were the golden age of stories. Because that’s when Dad told me stories and introduced me to the a world formed from words. He showed me the joy of a good story from the foot of my bed.
