What makes you remember a story you read long ago?
Childhood, bedtime and stories are three things that if not always go hand-in-hand…
They darn well should.
Growing up, my nephews were two loveable scamps who just loved to be read to. To this day I remember curling up with them, and reading to them one of their favorite books as I settled them down for the night. Then reading it to them again…Then “once more”, cause once was never enough.
I look back on those long-ago nights, with the sentimental fondness born of cherished memories. I remember the excitement of the boys as we selected a book from their shelves, I remember the coziness of a good bedtime snuggle, and I even remember the stories. And speaking of those stories? There are definitely some that stuck with me far more than others.
The question of “why” got me thinking. Why is it, HOW is it, I can remember certain…
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