Have a story that stuck? Do you identify with it in some way?

As I was growing up, my father would sit by my bedside every night to tell me a story. I remember the best being the myths and legends, a couple of which I'm almost certain he made up.. since I've never been able to find records of them elsewhere, but boy did they stick with me.

I remember how I always used to look at the mountains and imagine Atlas standing behind them, holding the sky on his shoulders.. then mull over whether they were really mountains at all, or simply one of those lost giants that fell asleep such a long time ago they are now covered in forest and rock. It's amazing how all those wonderful stories made life so exciting.

Then there were the legends from where he grew up in the UK. I remember us talking about all the special places we'd visit one day.. all these boulders, lakes and mountains with special meaning.

I'm certain we still will. :)