A Pocketful of Grandpa's Adventures

Previously

…I stood up, stretching my back. "And I believe," I said, my voice full of a delightful suspense, "that it's time we went on an adventure to find out what those secrets are." The children looked at each other, their faces alight with the promise of what was to come. The attic, once just a dusty storage space, had transformed into the launchpad for a brand-new adventure, all thanks to a grumpy goose, an old trunk, and a riddle whispered on the wind. And as I looked at their eager faces, I knew this was only the beginning. The real magic wasn't in the toys I'd hidden, but in the stories we were creating, together, right here, right now.