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October 30, 2010
On Mom's side I was one of 19 grandchildren. Most were within two years of my age. On Boxing Day the families would all gather at my grandparents' house to exchange gifts.

Older cousins Cathy and Brenda would herd all the little kids into the alcove under the basement stairs and tell us horror stories they had learned at camp, with titles like "Thump, Drag" and "Drip Drip".

The fine art of storytelling has fallen by the wayside. We're too absorbed in the truth to consider myth, and too distracted by the images from technology to bother with deep creativity.