It began long ago, in another time and far away place.
ElGardner
A father lay beside his son at bedtime, and as they both stared up at the ceiling, the dad to this boy told many different wondrous stories.
This boy would soon grow up, but the lessons and stories that his father shared would never leave him, no matter how old he got.
I am this boy, and way back then I never imagined that I would seek someday to become a writer like my father.
We are given many different talents, and how we use them matters.
It’s an honor to be inspired by a loving, compassionate, strong, and good man.
My dad is a natural storyteller, and I’ve inherited this passion for storytelling.
I’m trying every day to be half as good as he is.
“Apophydon”
