I’d read to kids.
As a kid, storytelling was one of the best parts of everyday. My parents and my grandmother had different styles and their choice of books spoke of their personality. But they weren’t the only storytellers I knew. Every Sabbath, there was a new person to regale us kids with tales from far and wide about kids like us. Even TV offered such a good time, from USA’s Sesame Street to the Philippines’ Batibot. And, of course, the unforgettable John Hurt of The Storyteller from Jim Henson Hour.
Stories—both fictional and true—made a lasting impression on me. A great number of personal desires and ambitions were results from stories. And innumerable dreams and worlds came from listening and reading about such possibilities.
To read to kids is bring forth hope, strengthen faith, and instill love in many a possibility.