"Let Me Tell You A Story"
was the way I would start. Danny Wayne was
5 and Brandi 1 at the time Rusty Tom was
created. Rusty Tom was a fictitious character
in a story that I would tell to my kids.
Sometimes He would play a guitar, beat a
drum or just point up at the stars. Each story
was created on the spot, never rehearsed and
rarely the same. Some times He would live in
the Bayou Country or on a river boat, but
mostly Rusty Tom would reside in the Rolling
Hills of Southern Middle Tennessee.
The setting would change and the story would
be different, but whichever way the tale was
told, the out come would always be the same.
I would coax them in to having thier arms up
high, eagerly waiting for the "tickle". A
smile....then a cackle....the intense
concentration on the tale...the anticipation of
what was to come...and soon....THE
The laughter of a small child is true, sincere,
compassionate and full of love. A true gift from
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