When I was younger I despised reading. It took me twice as long to read one page of a book then most of my classmates. I loved hearing stories. I would brush my teeth, put on pj’s, crawl under my lion king decorated covers, and call my dad into my room. He’d enter with whatever novel we had recently started. I distinctly remember listening to The Chronicles of Narnia. I would cuddle with my stuffed animals, watching my dad rock back and forth in a wooden rocking chair. I’d listen