when you where a child do you love hearing bed time stories .....

I never heard any bad time stories as i remember from my parents when i was a kid... My father left me when i was about 3 month years old baby... And my mother working as a singer at a local night club and usually comes home after midnight... So. no bad time stories to read i think...

I don't remember my parents ever reading to me. I read to both of my sons & sang to them every night. GOSH, that may be why thet act like they do.

Hi Helscream, Although my parents didn't read for me, (we had no children's books at the time) I always read for my children and they read for their children today. It's good that you started reading for yourself at such a young age. Reading should be an important part of everyone's life. Blessings.

Well i also did not hear any bed time story. But i am allergic to reading. I just close my eyes and try to sleep.

My Mom read to us but my Dad made up his own stories. We were very lucky before the Divorce, then we were shipped to boarding school and learned about the real world.

awww now that is just sad!!!!! sorry but that is sweet that you took to books yourself... now for myself as a child I dont remember if I got read to .... I dont remember but I know as a teenager I loved to read... I started reading series at a very young teenager and kept reading until I hit about 18, then I slowed down and about 4 yrs ago I started up reading again and I havent stopped since....hence my name bookreadermom..... Happy mylotting!!

No, they did not read to me, but did spend time with me at bedtime when I was very little. From about 5 years old on I mostly got sent to bed alone. I always held and rocked and sang to and read to my children. When one was seventeen and the other twenty, I had some college age friends start hanging out here and they needed some literature help for children's literature, so I began reading to them until it was not just an assignment, but it was kind of to make up for what they did not get as children.

I don't remember. I assume so when I was youunger than 3 , but my first memory is when I was 3.I do know it was real hard to get me to go to sleep.But I don't remember bedtime stories.

you're just like one of my nephews when he was 3 or 4 years old. growing up without a dad and his mom was working night shift most of the time... he started fending off for himself by reading lots of books to himself so he can make himself fall asleep. i witnessed this a few times when i went home from the university. as for me... i never did experience someone reading me a bedtime story when i was a child. my parents were both busy with work and sometimes get home very late and everyone was asleep already. we didn't have any children's books in our bookshelf as i was growing up because most of my siblings were already in highschool and college back then. everyone's busy with homework etc... all six of them. and my youngest brother was still a baby back then. the books i remembered reading (or pretending to read or lifting pages or whatever a pre-schooler like i was do at that time) were college algebra and the set of encyclopedia that my aunt has in their house beside ours. of course i didn't understand everything i saw in the books... hehehe... just got fascinated with it. yup... no kiddie stories for me. i started reading those nursery rhymes etc when i started pre-school. hehehe since there was no television in our house back then (would anyone believe that??? -lol-), i was really very keen on reading... that when i was young my mom forbade me to read too much before sleep. but i kept reading anyway. she usually turns off the lights so sometimes i used candles... hahaha... a bit too much but i really did that before i discovered the old flashlight in the storeroom. and one time... just one very unfortunate time... i fell asleep with the candles still lighted. well... like any candle left burning... all the wax has melted and burnt the wooden floor near where i was sleeping on a make-shift bed. good thing i woke up before it got my hair. so only two slabs of wooden floor were damaged. lesson learnt that time: you cannot put off the fire of the burning wood with just a glass of water! hahaha i did try that and it wasn't enough. i didn't panic... even when my dad thought i was starting to burn the whole house because the fire started in the bedroom. ... :) just one of those childhood stories i tell my nephews and nieces so they could have a glimpse of the life back when their parents were younger... :)

I really can't remember my parents reading to me. I'm sure it happened on occasion but not enough for me to remember it. I remember my grandmother reading to me some

Hey, Yea I don't really know why, but whenever I was younger I used to always love hearing bed time stories, I have no idea why. But as I grew older, I started to find that I got bored of them, and just needed to sleep. Make sure you have a good day, God bless and Happy Lotting!!

My father used to read to me bedtime stories. I always loved to listen to the stories, because my father is very good at reading aloud. He changes his voice when he reads about different people, and he makes the story more entertaining that way. My father read many different books to me. When I was a small child, he read books for children, and when I got older I started to get interesting in scary stories or ghost stories and then he read those stories aloud to me. My father enjoyed the stories, too

i came from a broken family, grew up with my mom who was always busy with other things... i never experienced having someone read bed time stories to me or even have someone make me go to sleep when i was a child. i remember when i learned how to read, i read a lot and read to myself.