I remember when my mama used to read to me every night. I looked forward to sitting back on my bed, her in a chair by my side, reading me whatever I wanted, every night. I learned a lot of words that way and could read before I went to kindergarten. That’s not a brag — it happens to lots of kids. But it is definitely where my love for reading was born.
I ran across an article about how bizarre children’s book used to be, and thought you might find it interesting. Mama didn’t read me this kind of stuff.