The stories that raised me

 It's Throwback Thursday and in the spirit of Analog  Love, I've been digging through my books for the stories that shaped my own world before screens were everywhere. 

Today, I put my Kindle and iPad away and pulled out Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. It's worn around the edges, and has that old library pages smell. There's just something different about reading a physical book. You don't scroll, you physically turn the pages. You don't click, you lick your finger. 

I spent a few minutes today just looking at the illustrations on the pages. It reminded me that even at 19 and 23, my girls still appreciate a good story. These days our stories happen through role play at the D&D table with dice deciding our fate rather than bedtime rhymes. 

Challenge: Go to the bookshelf today. Pick up a book you haven't touched in five years. Read the first three pages out loud to whoever is in the room with you (even if it's just your pet).