I don’t know about the rest of you, but every once in a while, I don’t mind listening to a book being read to me.
It reminds me of when I was little.
Our parents would sit around the bed, (unless you were my parents, then you were sat on) and then they would ask you which book you wanted to hear.
The horrific sounds of the spines cracking under the pressure of your father’s hands as he opens it was almost too much to bare, as he began a simple story.
But the story itself turned out to be a worldwide of emotion and laughter. Remember when our parents used to try to make the main characters voices sounds different from the others?
If you do, you remember those squeaky, sneezy voices and how beautiful they were. Parents tried so hard to entertain their children and we as the children tried so hard not to laugh ourselves silly. Although most of us ended up doing it anyways.
I remember reading a story where SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick Star were trying to steal a trophy from one another, claiming that they were the rightful winner of it. The voices were either nasally done or felt straight from the belly. And if I do day so myself, sounded just like the two characters from the cartoons!
Those were some of my favorite memories growing up. Just having someone there to show you what the world could be like, if we listened the fake voices of our parents.