I love stories. I was raised by two of the greatest storytellers the world has ever known. My Mom, your Gramma, almost always has the perfect story, in any situation, and her stories always help me understand things a little better than I did before. My Dad, who you never got to meet, would not always tell helpful stories like Gramma, but his stories were always told with so much energy and humor that everyone in the room would gather around to listen.
Usually their stories were based on things that actually happened, real events. For example, one of Gramma’s favorite stories is about being at a party for a couple’s 50th wedding anniversary. Someone asked the couple, “Didn’t you ever want to leave each other in 50 years?” and the husband answered, “Well, sure we did. But thank the Lord, never on the same day.” That was a real couple, and a real party, and they really said those things (or something very close to that – a storyteller always has the right to put in an extra word or two to help make the story a little better). So that story is called “reality-based” because it is based on real stuff that nobody made up.
But sometimes stories are about people, places, things, or activities that are made up, pretend. For example, do you remember when Kevin and I told you and your sister the story of Star Wars? And every time we said “Darth Vader” you guys said “Dun Dun DUHHHHH!” (That still makes both of us laugh when we think about that). Well, Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia and Han Solo and everything in Star Wars is not based on real events – someone made up those characters and those stories. That makes them fiction, not reality-based.
Now here’s the part that gets a little confusing: I think that fictional characters are a little bit real, in their own special way.
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