Storytelling is one of our oldest art forms, and oldest urges, dating back to the Stone Age, when the ancients told their stories by carving them on the walls of their dwellings. Millions of years later, native Indians would carry on the tradition, gathering in a circle around a fire, while their tribal leader told them a tale to end their weary day.
If there's one thing that runs in my family, it's the love of storytelling. My father, Danny Thomas, started that ball rolling. He became a nightclub star not just because of his talent for keeping his audiences in stitches, but also because he could spin a yarn that kept them perched forward in their seats. Dad passed that passion along to my sister and brother and me (when we all get together, we can't wait to tell each other a story!), and now it's moved on to the next generation: My niece, writer and filmmaker Kate Thomas, tells stories every day on her website, Travel With Kate; and this week, she's written one that truly touched my heart.
There comes a moment in the life of every parent and child that defines their relationship. Sometimes it's planned, more often it's spontaneous, but in either case, it captures the soul of that most sacred familial connection. And sometimes -- if you're lucky -- it sets the tone for everything that follows.