Do you read to your children? Do they clamor for a story before going to sleep? Do they try to read along with you? If you answered “yes,” then they are one of the lucky ones. In this day of visual entertainment, I fear the practice is dying out.
Some of my earliest memories are of cherished books. The bedtime stories, reading on my own, letting my imagination take flight. I still remember my favorite book about the Bobsey Twins, a collection of 365 stories, one for every day of the year. That was *mumble* years ago (back in the age of the dinosaurs) and yet the stories shaped my life, instilling a lifelong love of reading for me.
What memories do you have from childhood books? What favorites are lodged in your brain cells? I’d love to have you share them in your comments.