Yes. I do remember be read to. I have lots of memories of it, actually. I remember sitting down with my mom in the living room on Friday nights with my favorite children's book, "Where The Wild Things Are", and she would read it to me. That special Friday night tradition stuck with me for years, even now, I read to my little sisters on Friday nights when Mom is busy. Or, if Mom can read to them, I read on my own. If I don't have a book on my shelf that I haven't read at least four times, I'll write on Fridays. I remember when Mom would read, sometimes she would hand me some paper and a pencil, and ask me to write an alternative ending to the short story, and make a drawing to go with it. If I slept over my Grandmother's house on Thursday and Friday like I usually did when I was younger, we'd go to the YMCA and swim, then we'd come home and me and my cousin, Caleb, would sit under a blanket and I'd read to him. We'd be up all night writing new endings, and finding more books to read. Ever since those days, I've loved reading, especially out loud to others. My favorite way to have a story read to me, is with a silly voice for each character, and a special one for the narrator, and the pictures shown after each page is finished. Books are fuel for a healthy and creative imagination, and I have to say, be read aloud to is a whole other experience.
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