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December 24, 2009

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Carrie

Probably my favorite childhood memory is of when my grandfather would come to visit from Florida for a month in the summer, and he would lie in bed with my brother and I and tell us a serialized story. One was about a witch in the Black Forest (where his mother's family was from). When we were a little older, he would tell us about his childhood in the Italian neighborhood of Madison, during Prohibition, and the time he saw the car driving away from a hit (they shot the gun through the picture window and hit a guy sitting at the head of the table eating dinner with his family). Those were serialized too, and they all tended to leave us too terrified to sleep for a bit. You have now inspired me to try harder to do something like that with my own girls, though to be thought interesting the stories will have to include princesses.

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