I taught kindergarten and preschool. I made sure it was so much fun the kids would never forget their story time, especially on Fridays. I became "The Story Lady". I would dress up as a character in a book and read to all the classes. I went as Mother Goose, a puppy, the old lady "Strega Nona", and so many others.
When I was little I got pleurisy. I was home from school for a week. I still remember the pain of breathing and just how sick I was. My dad took off work which was very unusual as he was obligated to travel. He sat next to me and fed me soup and antibiotics and books. He read and read and read to me. I remember him reading "Curious George", so many of them, because I loved Curious George! He helped me get through that awful week. My dad was the one who taught me to love reading and life long learning. When he died I put a copy of "Curious George" in his casket.