I loved the story-time circle in primary school 50+ years ago more than anything else there I recall. The spoken telling of stories that mattered and made sense to me was better than anything else at all. I imagined (and have since delighted in) reading stories to my children and grandchildren. I’ve especially enjoyed stories in the company of a hushed little group, and sometimes a larger crowd. So today was one of the month’s special days – meeting with friends in a writing group, dreaming and writing up stories, and sharing them aloud.
wind in my wheels 🌱 
My daughter tells me she still remembers me reading bedtime stories to her, which she still can recall in amazing detail. So I guess it’s good to know that her daughter is reaping the benefit of those long ago days. I have so enjoyed reading in English to my Dutch Grandaughters, especially Kay, who used to go into fits of laughter at my attempts at animal noises. Such happy, happy memories.
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… Lovely. And laughter echoes down the years forever … xx
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