I was told bedtime stories by my father or my grandmother. Books, I mostly read on my own in bed.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I don't remember my father reading to me, but I remember him telling me bedtime stories. I got to pick what was in them, and then he'd make them up.
What I really had was stories, the oral traditions of my parents. We moved so much that that was really our encyclopedia. A dream world told to me from my parents in the living room.
When I was very little my mother would read to me in bed. She gave me a fascination for stories, and for the music in words.
In my family, telling stories is just a way of life.
My mother wrote poetry when I was young - I have an early memory of the sound of her typewriter - and my father told me inventive bedtime stories.
My dad would tell me bedtime stories, and he used to always leave them open-ended and finish at a crucial point with the words, 'dream on'. Then it was my responsibility to finish the story as I was drifting off to sleep. We would call them dreaming stories.
My folks were busy. My dad was a teacher, and it was during the Second World War, and my mother was working. So I got my stories from films and books. I read a lot, and I love to read to this day.
I have written stories since I was a child.
I listened to a lot of stories when I was a kid. My mother told me stories, and I loved them.
When I was a little kid, I told stories.