The highlight of my teen life for years was at the end of the day when Dad would read us the next chapter in a book. Laying in bed, imaging the characters and the world my father was explaining was wonderful.
And my Dad was a man of a thousand voices. I loved hearing him read aloud to us. Each night we'd beg for an extra chapter from him. Most nights he'd agree too.
We loved it so much I remember even through my college years on Sunday afternoons we gathered in the living room to hear him read to us.I only hope I can read half as well to my kids as Dad did with us.
Have a great weekend folks!
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