Just a few days ago, I remembered what had first got me into reading and sharing my own world through stories.
I had this vivid memory of my Dad reading aloud to both me, and my brother, when we were little. He’d read us children’s stories by authors such as C S Lewis, A A Milne, and Kenneth Grahame. They were story-tellers that had lit up moments of magic from his own childhood.
Hearing these stories read aloud is what prompted me to start reading at junior school. There was one book in particular that I enjoyed. Curiously, I hoped that my Dad would enjoy reading it too. The book in question was “Ballet Shoes” by Noel Streatfield.
At the time, my Dad was reading spy thrillers by John Le Carre, so it wasn’t really his thing. However, I asked him to read it aloud to me, and reluctantly he agreed. As it turned out, he really got into it, so much so that he ended up reading ahead of reading it to me. That’s when I first realised the power of sharing stories to reach out and touch lives.
Have you been moved by the power of reading and sharing stories? If so, I’d love to hear your comments. Thanks for reading.