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What was your favorite bedtime story as a kid?--Al
-- Al Schroeder (email@example.com), October 31, 2000
From my very favorite book -- but it wasn't stories -- but as many poems from A Child's Garden Of Verses as I could get Mom or Dad to read me.
-- Denver doug (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 31, 2000.
Well, my favorite bedtime story wasn't one which was in a book. It was the story (or rather, stories) of Finny & Gully, two fish. They were bedtime stories told to me by my grandfather.
My favorite story which was a printed book? Well, that's a toss-up between "Charlie & the Chocolate FActory" & "James & the Giant Peach." And they weren't read to me, but rather read by me, out loud, with supportive parents helping. I don't really recall being read to, though i am sure it happened.
-- ally (email@example.com), November 01, 2000.
I don't have a favourite bedtime story per se, but what sticks out in my mind is a poem my mother once told me when I was eight years old. It's a rather silly and somewhat crass-ish kind of thing, but it's the only "bedtime" thing I remember.
This has to be said in a slightly drunken British accent:
One night in late October When I was far from sober When walking home one cold and windy night My feet began to stutter So I laid down in the gutter And this pig came by and laid down by my side
A lady who was passing was heard to say: "You can tell a girl who boozes, By the company she chooses." And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
I apparently giggled madly, and oh how I struggled to remember it after my mother left the room. We laugh about it now, and repeat it (and other goofy poems) to each other quite frequently. It's a binding tie of sorts.
-- Lonita (firstname.lastname@example.org), November 06, 2000.
Goodnight Moon. What a fantabulous book. I still read it whenever possible. LaTeR :) - courtney, 18, maryland
-- Courtney Cooke (email@example.com), December 07, 2000.
My mother read to us and she read everything. I am now 61 years old and mother is 91, yet I remember the first lines of many poems she read to us. She read the book SEVEN CAME THROUGH, SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE, THE PRISONER OF CHILLON, THE HIGHWAYMAN, She read BAMBI and she read things we couldn't understand. But we learned that if you listen closely to all the words it will come together. An important lesson. You know, there is no law, in this country, that you must have a television in your home.
-- Glenna Auxier (firstname.lastname@example.org), December 04, 2004.