One of the happiest memories of my childhood and the many I have of my father, are the stories he would tell at bedtime. Nothing could contain the excitement or anticipation of story time. It was a special treat and not something that happened every night, but even the mention of a story would turn the chaos of children's bedtime into immediate - obedient - action.
As with any good story, the retelling often wandered from the original, it would depend on how many of us were there, our reactions and obviously how tired we were. But the characters were always the same - goodies and badies... and there was always humour. Friends would come to stay just for the chance of a story. And once asleep, my dreams would often be filled with the stories.
I continued the story telling tradition with my own children and have now come back to those of my father, to produce Tom's World. A world of adventure and fun. I hope you enjoy them.