literature
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My Favorite Bedtime Story
The Blue Nosed-Witch by Margaret Embry was my favorite bedtime and anytime story as a child. I asked for it repeatedly. I requested it so much that once it got near to Halloween (Not sure how close, but to me it felt like eternity.) I was rationed to wait for Halloween to hear it. This meant that both my parents and all my siblings (I am the youngest of five.) were tired of reading this book. If only there had been audio books back then, I am sure my parents would have invested in a copy and headphones.
By Susan G. Haws5 years ago in Families
The Bedtime Wars
I imagine in most homes with small, pre-pubescent children, bedtime is fairly synonymous with struggle. No small, healthy child I have ever met has ever wanted to go to bed, much less actually go to sleep, and I say this with relative certainty, as I have interviewed many children on this topic. Ninety-nine percent of children simply scoff at the idea of needing rest, and would much rather continue to play with their blocks and their toys long into the night and through until morning (and I’m fairly certain the other 1% were a bit under the weather, judging by their runny noses, but who am I to say?).
By Emma Stinson 5 years ago in Families
Love You Forever
The classic children’s book "Love You Forever" by Robert Munsch starts off with a kid who is a force of destruction. He flushes his mom’s watch down the toilet and makes a huge mess. This kid knew how to push his mom's buttons. The recurring motif of this book is the song she sings to him that goes, "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."
By Tyler Clark (they/he)5 years ago in Families
The Sleeping Dragon
Once upon a time there was a small kingdom near the sea called Carwhew. In the village of Carwhew lived a small boy who loved to go out and find sea shells. Every morning when the sun came up he would run to the beach and find the most beautiful shells he could find. They came in pinks and blues, browns and greens each one a different color. One day while he was collecting shells he saw a purple irridescent shell like none he had ever seen before. He reached down to pick it up but it seemed stuck in the sand.
By S. L. Kirby5 years ago in Families
Stuffalo, A Little White Buffalo
{This story was written in 2000 by me for my granddaughter Jellybean. I wanted her to learn the love of being over the road even though she couldn’t go. The stories were to help her grow in love and appreciation of people from all walks of life. The last chapter written is dedicated to a little boy who was born to die. His love for horses set the stage. This builds the imagination and love for life itself. Now she tells her children stories.}
By Ruth Robinson5 years ago in Families
My Fairy Tale
I’ve moved six times in my life. I actually enjoy moving. I get to find things that I thought were lost and reminisce about my younger years. As I’m packing my books, I always come across Walt Disney’s Cinderella. It’s the only bedtime story I ever remember asking my mother to read. I’m sure there were others, but this one is the only one I remember.
By Jessica Mathews5 years ago in Families
Dear Little Me
There’s a picture of me when I am four; a chubby faced little girl on ‘Lion King’ bed sheets, holding a gigantic red book in her tiny, pudgy fingers. I was recovering from the chicken pox, and the only thing I wanted was a book to help me feel better. By age five I was reading chapter books. I was in awe of how stories could instantly make me feel better, how they could make a stomach ache go away, or a grumpy day turn into one filled with laughter. Early childhood afternoons were spent with my grandma, who would take me to the Phoenix public library and fish out any book I wanted from the clearance bin. Afterward she would take me for a giant vanilla twister cone from McDonalds.
By Allison Keller5 years ago in Families
