When my brothers and I were young, living in the Salt Lake City area, sometimes at night we’d drive past Westminister College and see the old buildings. One in particular intrigued us because it had a large attic that was usually pitch dark but one time there was a light on in one of the attic rooms. That night the stories of Franklin Benson were born. My Dad made up these tales of a young boy searching the attics of Westminister College trying to solve a mystery. There was always a scary old man who ended up being a good guy, lots of spooky sound effects like doors creaking and moaning voices and footsteps. Franklin always ended up running or biking home and his mom had a hot bowl of soup, usually tomato, waiting for him. Sam became enamored of these tales a few years back and every time Grandpa visits he needs to hear a Franklin Benson story before going to bed. I love that he gets to experience a small part of my childhood. I’ll have to remember to get video next time.
Great storytelling journaling and a great memory to share! Love the photos you have to accompany it. Hope you are able to get a video of it sometime - that would be really amazing for your family! Thanks for participating in the challenge!
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