Like many children, I was fortunate to have parents who loved to read aloud to me. Some of my most magical early memories are of snuggling under the blankets while my mother read my favorite stories to me. To this day, I find this one of the most soothing activities; I remember her voice, soft and loving, yet expressive. I not only felt safe and loved, I felt safe letting my imagination take me wherever it would. I felt filled with delight at going on an adventure with someone I loved.