Being an adult without young children in my life, I sometimes forget the joys of reading aloud. I was recently reminded how satisfying it is, and now I'm looking forward to doing more of it, both reading and listening. I'll admit that I have more trouble following the twists and turns of a plot when I'm hearing it read aloud to me than when I'm looking at the pages myself, but there's a special comfort in relaxing and allowing myself to sink into the story that a well-loved voice is bringing to life. My mom and dad read to me a lot when I was little, so the whole experience reminds me of happy times. It's especially pleasant right before bed to read aloud and be read to. Gets the brain ready for good dreams.
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