Night Fantasies and Other Reading Pleasures
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Bedtime Stories.” What was your favorite book as a child? Did it influence the person you are now?
For his entire life, my dad was the storyteller in the house, but at night time, it was my mom who climbed into bed with me and talked me to sleep. At first, she would make up the stories, perhaps fitting me into them, or weaving fantastic tales of everyday life that grew as I asked question after question. (Present day bloggers may notice this same tendency in my comments! Sound familiar, “Relax”?)
One story would end, and of course, I demanded another. Finally, she found a book of one-page stories to read to me, and when she got to the end of the first page, most nights she could be prevailed upon to read one or two more. To this day, I usually listen to a recorded book from Audible as I fall asleep. As I’ve noted before, sometimes I wake up in the morning with the book still running and I wonder how it affects my dreams.
What a relief to learn to read in the first grade, so I could experience a new story whenever I wished. From Dick and Jane to The Little Red Hen, I loved those simple plots that somehow grew so involved in my imagination.
Many of my favorite childhood books were lost in a tornado, but a few years ago, I found a number of others in my older sister’s library. “A Walk in the City,” several Dr. Seuss books and my favorite of all times, “The Teenie Weenies” now reside on my own bookshelves.
It was in second or third grade that I became addicted to Nancy Drew. Go HERE for that story.