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About the tales for kids

Probably the best way to make a child to understand any issue is by telling him o her a tale. But don't get me wrong, it is not an easy thing to tell a good story, because must be understandable enough, but you shouldn't trate a kid as if he was stupid, or probably he will be a stupid men when the time comes...

Greeks understood this thing, so their stories were both enlightening and easy enough to be convey among ordinary (which means "not educated", not gross or bad behaviored) people. Their stories were so good, that even today we tell them to our friends, or our siblings, or children, in order to make them understand how the world works.

For instance, the origin of the mankind, originally created by Zeus, but only alive after Prometheus stole the sacred fire. After that, the Gods condemned him to stay all eternity chained to a rock in Caucasian mountains, and day after day, a Giant eagle ate his guts, which night after night turned to appear whitin him. Finally he was released by Hercules, and thousands of years later, Calistenes, Alexander the Great's main historian, found the mark of the chains, and rests of a very big nest during Macedonian campaign to conquer the Persian Empire.

Or the story of Hercules tasks. Hercules was the son of Zeus and Alcmenae, a mortal princess, and Hera, the true wife of Zeus, the mother of Gods, angry for that infidelity, and knowing she cannot ever punish Zeus, got her revenge by turning Hercules crazy, and making him see her wife Megara and his two children as enemies. Hercules killed them all, and after that, as a way to get the pardon from the Gods, he was given 10 works to do (eventually were 12 works, because in two, the garden of Hesperidia and Augias' Block the Gods consider he did not act alone, but with some help) in order to get his apotheosis.

By telling this stories (and much more) Greeks taught their people to respect Gods and not angry them.

There are other stories. But I'll try to tell you another day

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