"My father added a whole dimension to my childhood, one that I took for granted.
When my sister and I were little, we had an almost daily ritual with my father: drawing stories.
He would sit us on his lap and get out his clipboard, a piece of paper and his black click pen. He’d divide the paper into four parts, and draw as he told a story. Sometimes he drew old favorites and we knew what would be in each of the four drawings. Sometimes he let us decide what he should say and draw. But most of the time, we had no idea what would come next.
And that was really fun."
Via Gregg Morris