Creating Stories

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I grew up with stories, many read to me, some were made up on the spot by my father. I loved them all, but Dad’s stories were always the same and somehow magical. The hero of the story was always The Kind Man, who was inevitably walking down a country road in the English countryside, when he comes across a little girl (me). I can’t remember fully, but t…