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One beautiful memory of my own childhood is reading with my family when I was 6 and 7. I know those were the ages because I see myself in the house that we only lived in for two years. My parents and I would sit around the fireplace after dinner and read entire books aloud, passing the book back and forth, each reading a paragraph or two.
We read the Winnie the Pooh books, Charlotte's Web, Alice in Wonderland...there must have been others too. We would stop and talk about the things happening in the books. I remember laughing and laughing at Alice, crying when Charlotte died....
Please please please may I have the patience to do what my parents did for me, and not just turn on the tube every night after dinner.
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