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My fondest memory of someone reading out loud to me is when my parents used to read me books before I fell asleep. My favorite book that I would always have my parents read to me was "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue fish". It would always make me smile… maybe it was the way my parents would read it. I love/d the book and would always make my parents read it to me. I still enjoy it to this day and love to read it to my little cousins. I would also sometimes pick the book up and pretend that I was reading it but I just knew it so well that I would talk about the book.

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Alex Strand                                                                                                                                                                                

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Alex Strand                                                                                                                                                                                

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The fondest memory I have of someone reading aloud to me is of the book Green Eggs and Ham. Before I had even started school my grandpa would read me this book before bed. I really enjoyed this book and would ask him to read it to me all the time. The book is by Dr. Seuss and is about a cat  or cat like animal that loves green eggs and ham and will eat them anywhere he can.

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My fondest memory of reading was when I was read The Cat In the Hat, when I was six. At the time, I thought the kids were being really mean to the cat. I also remember thinking that Thing 1 and Thing 2 were really creepy.

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The fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me was my kindergarden teacher, Mrs. Kelly. I don't remember the title of the book, but she had a copy for everybody and we were supposed to follow along. I remember her reading the word "island" and thinking "no, that should be pronounced Is-land." I actually ended up telling the teacher that "island" should be pronounced Is-land. I remember her saying "the English language is weird Kai. Get used to it"

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My fondest memory of someone reading to me was my preschool teacher, Mrs. Jing. The book was Green Eggs and Ham. She was a very good reader and always kept our class interested because of the way she read to us. She made the words fun and made us want to hear her read more and more books. I always looked forward to our reading time in our classroom. Mrs. Jing was one of may favorite teachers because she made reading and learning fun.

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My earliest most fond memory of someone reading to me is when I would visit my grandpa in Missouri, he would always read the same book to me, "Hansel and Gretel." It was the only book my grandpa had at his house, and I remember not liking the book at all at first. But as we read it more and more over the years I learned to love it. My mom and I actually have a picture we keep up around the house of me sitting on his lap in his big chair, while he is reading it to me. I absolutely adore the book!

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My earliest and fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me is when my mom read Where is my Mother? by Dr. Suess to me in spanish. It is about a little bird trying to find its mother.

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My earliest and fondest memory of someone reading to me is when my mom and dad would read Goodnight Moon. Every night I wanted my mom and dad to read me Goodnight Moon and I never got tired of it. We still have the original copy that they would read to me every night, and although it is worn, it still has many fond memories attached to it.

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My earliest memory of someone reading aloud to me was when my parents would read to me the "Little Critters" series by Merger Mayer. Out of the whole series though I loved the book "Just Go To Bed". The story tells about how Little Critter's dad tries to make him go to bed using different methods. This story used to relate to me and my brother because even though we were in bed we would just talk all night and my parents would get upset. The whole series still has a place in my heart to this day.

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My earliest memory of a childhood book is "Green Eggs And Ham" by Dr. Seuss. I just loved that book, and especially when my parents would read it to me and my sister at bedtime. This book has brought me great pleasure and this book is very funny and humorous. I think every young kid should be read this book.

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Caroline Slate

My earliest memory of someone reading to me was when my mom read to me "Where The Wild Things Are" written by Maurice Sendak.

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My earliest memory of reading was every night my parents would read to me "The Mole Sisters" written by Roslyn Schwartz. It is about two sister moles that have great adventures in nature. I remember this book because it had my two favorite things. Nature and animals. I am an only child and reading about sisters was as if I had one. To this day I admire the book and I will remember this sweet childhood memory forever.

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My earliest memory of someone reading aloud to me was when my parents would read "Go, dog. Go!". By Dr. Seuss. I always looked at all the different colors of the dogs and the cars, when I looked at them. But the page I still remember to this day is when the little dog try's to drag the big dog. This always made me laugh.

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My fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me was a long time ago when I was about 4 years old and I was with my grandparents in Rapid City, South Dakota, and I was sitting down on my grandpa's lap and he was in his favorite chair by the fireplace. He would read to me this magical book at least I thought it was magical called the "Ice Princess". I loved that book so much I made grandpa read it to me every night until he finally memorized it by heart and he didn't need the book anymore. We would sit there while he reads to me while I eat cookies and some warm milk. I will never forget that memory of Grandpa reading to me a magical book that I so dearly loved.

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My earliest memory of someone reading to me was during nap time in Pre School. I was supposed to be napping but I refused to do as told. One of my three teachers was sitting on a chair directly infront of me reading a play off version of The Gingerbread Man called The Spam Musubi Man. Same plot, different foods.

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When I was little I loved the book "Go, dog. Go!," by Dr. Seuss. My mom and dad would read it to me every night before bed. Even when they were not reading it to me, I would look at the pictures of the dogs in cars and pick out my favorite ones My favorite part was when the poodle was asking the other dog if he liked her hat.

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One of my earliest and most fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me was in fifth grade when my teacher Ms. Bega would read us a few pages of the book "The Revenge of the Shadow King". I remember staying 5 or 10 minutes after school just so I could hear more of the book. I also remember her choosing students to read aloud and trying not to laugh as my fellow classmates tried to be ridiculous as possible. This was probably my most favorite time of the day because its the one time my class, despite how different we were, bonded over something we all enjoyed.

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When I was little I LOVED the book "Brown Bear, Brown Bear What Do You See?". Everyday my mom would read it to me. Then, after she read it to me I would want my dad to read it. Finally after my parents read it to me I would want grandpa and grandma to read the book. I loved this book so much, when my sisters were born I read it to them at bed time. They would want me to read it to them everyday also. To this day I still love "Brown Bear, Brown Bear What Do You See?".

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My parents started reading aloud to me pretty much as soon as I was able to understand the stories. From the Golden Books to Dr. Suess, my parents would read to me every night. I still have boxes and boxes of those books stored away. One of my favorite books to have read aloud to me was The Fox in Socks by Dr. Suess because my Dad would have such a hard time reading it because of all the tongue twisters!

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Ever since I was little I can remember my parents reading to my sister and I. Of all of the wonderful picture books read to me, my fondest memory would have to be the book Good night Moon. My sister and I would cuddle around one of my parents and listen to the story of the world going to bed. We would always watch my parents flip the pages waiting for the next illustration. Half way through the book my sister and I would most likely be sleeping. My parents would tuck us in and we would sleep soundly with story of Good Night Moon in our minds. I will always love this book and will always remember the times of falling asleep to this sweet story.

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Perhaps my fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me was when I was around six at school. The teacher, whose name I can't recall would read to us during RR. These memories are my fondest as her voice would be the break to our school day and coax my classmates and me into a rejuvenating nap. Her cadence would bring the simplistic stories to life and allow our imaginations to create the image of what was happening in the book.

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One of the fondest memories of someone reading aloud to me was when I was in Kindergarten. My mom would take me and my brothers to the park and read to us. The book went around the family and everyone had it when they grew up. "Where the Wild Things Are" was the book. I also tried reading it which, in the end, was me just making up a story that matched the pictures.

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My fondest memory of someone reading to me was when I was around five and I would have my dad read Where the Wild Things Are to me every night over and over again because I loved the "big, fluffy monsters," on each page. My dad got very annoyed of reading the same book to me every night but he continued reading it because it became the only thing I would fall asleep listening to. To this day it is still my favorite children's book.

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My earliest and fondest memories of being read aloud was in elementary school in the fourth grade by my teacher Mrs. Park at Lihikai School in Kahului. After our lunch time she would have us all gather and follow along to many books but the one I remember the most being read aloud was The Giver by Louis Lowry.

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Probably my fondest memories of someone reading to me is a series named My Weird School by Dan Gutman. I remember asking my mom every night to read to me, because when I was young, I thought that is how school would go for some odd reason. They were some of the first books I actually liked. Looking back, I could see why my brother thought I was annoying, but overall it really impacted my life and self esteem. Thanks for the memories!

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One of my fondest memories was when I was in probably 2nd or 3rd grade and my dad would read Watership Down to my sister and me. I remember during the afternoon we would sit on the couch and he would read to us a chapter or two every afternoon. I really like it when my dad read to me because he was always busy with work but he made time to read books he thought I would enjoy.

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My fondest memory of reading was with my Mum in New Zealand. At night, my sister and I would sit on Mum's bed at Grandma's house and she would read the Harry Potter series to us. She read the Philosopher's stone version to us and would tickle us when a scary part was coming up so we wouldn't be scared.

I love reading very much, and when Patricia was younger I would read her the three Little Pigs to help her fall asleep when she was sick. I love reading and hope that I'll have more time to read in the future.

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My earliest memory of somebody reading to me is when I was around 3 or 4 years old. I use to sit on my dad's lap before bedtime and he use to read Clifford books to me. The thin books fell between the big green cushion my dad sat on and we would have to dig for them. I also remember always requesting him to read me another book. It was one of my favorite parts of the day and it really got me interested in reading more.

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My First memory of being read aloud to was in preschool. I was living in California and the teacher read "The little engine that could" to my class. I remember sitting in the large courtyard with all of the other children and the chirping of the birds in the warm California air.

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My fondest memory of reading was with my Grandmother before I would go to sleep at night. We read several books such as Alice in Wonderland and James and the Giant Peach. I remember both quite well especially since I found James and The Giant Peach to be odd. However both of these books were chapter books and did not have pictures, so it would allow me to use my imagination to picture the characters and locations. By having someone read to me when I was younger it allowed me to really find the fun in reading .

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My fondest memory is my mom reading to me Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling. I was in 3rd grade and I convinced my mom to read it to me after I had saw the movie. I remember being bored at the beginning of the book but once the real story got started I loved it. That book is still one of my favorites today!

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There are so many good memories of books that were read to me when I was young, but I guess my fondest memory of someone reading out loud to me was my grandfather Carl reading Fish Out of Water to my sister and me every time we went to my grandparents' house. Probably due to the volume of times he had to read it, he would change the names of the characters, just to see if we were paying attention. Probably due to the amount of times we had heard it, we busted him every single time. My sister now has two kids of her own, and knowing how much we liked the book as kids, my mom got her a copy of the book two Christmases ago, which brought on a flood of emotion for both my sister and me. It is amazing the impact that a simple story about a kid overfeeding his fish can have!

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I do not recall a time when my parents read to me, but in Preschool my teacher would gather the students to have story time. She read books from The Musubi Man by Sandy Takayama to Iki the Littlest Opihi by Tammy Yee. After a long day of playing we would sit down to be read a book. I remember how my teacher would act out the emotions of each of the characters, giving life to the story and making us excited for the next story time. These memories make me appreciate being read to.

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My earliest memory of being read to was when my dad read the giving tree to me when I was 3 or 4 outside in north carolina. We were on the porch and there was snow all around us, so I just snuggled up next to my dad and listened to the story he was telling me. I remember him telling me that this was one of his favorite books especially when he was a child and his mom gave it to him as a keepsake when he went off to college.

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One of my earliest memories of someone reading to me was from when I was in kindergarten and my father read the book "Oh, the places you'll go" by Dr. Suess to me. He would always read some sort of Dr. Suess book to me before bed, and I would usually fall asleep in the middle of the story, so he would spend the next night reading the other half of the book to me.

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My fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me would have to be my mother. She read to me to me every night before I went to sleep until I was in fourth or fifth grade. This really made me passionate about reading ever since, and I contribute that to my parents. I remember having my parents read me Harry Potter, and it's one of my fondest memories.

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My earliest memory of being read to was when I was five years old. My mom used to take the garfield version of the christmas story about how visions of sugar plums danced in Garfield's head. Except it was silly things like lasagna. I really loved being read these stories at a young age.

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My earliest vivid memory of being read to was when I was about six. My mom much to the dismay of my father began reading aloud to me Harry Potter and the Sorcerers stone. Of course she often left out the scary parts so I would not cry but it was so much fun. This continued till midway during the second book I became too scared to read on and we had to wait a year. This would inspire me to one day pick up a book and not set it down for two hours.

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My fondest read aloud memory was my dad reading The Hobbit to me when I was about 9. I was captivated by my dad reading the book, but i don't think that I understood a lot of it at the time. I still loved when he would read it to me before bed.

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My earliest memory of being read to was when I was about 3 or 4, and I began to go to Kula Park with my mom. We would walk around the soccer fields as she would read aloud to me out of books ranging in complexity from The Witches to a (heavily censored) version of Life of Pi. This tradition continued for several years, over the course of which I myself began to read and could eventually stumble through some simple books aloud myself.

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My earliest and fondest memory of someone reading to me was my Mom reading me The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. At the time I never really understood the true lesson, but I really liked the pictures, and the tree seemed really nice.

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My earliest and fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me was my mom reading to me every night before I went to sleep as a young child. My absolute favorite book was the traditional Japanese story called Momotaro. Born from a giant peach, Momotaro was a great hero and an amazing warrior. On an epic quest, Momotaro is able to slay an island full of ogres with the help of the animals he befriends by sharing his kibidango. He retrieves the treasure of the island and triumphantly returns to his family where they live can live in peace.

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My earliest and fondest memory of someone reading to me when I was in 3rd grade attending Wailuku Elementary. Everyday before class would end, my teacher would read a chapter of the book Sideway Stories from Wayside School. This book let me explore the thoughts of silliness and always looked forward to her class.

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My earliest and fondest memory of someone reading to me was when I was a child and my mom would read to me every night right before I went to bed. She read me many different stories, but my favorite one was The Tale of Peter Rabbit.  At the time I had no idea what was going on in the story, but I remember liking the pictures of the rabbits because it looked like the one I had.

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When I was a kid, I had a bunch of Dr. Seuss books but my absolute favorite was One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. In my kindergarten class, my teacher read the book aloud to the whole class. At the time, I did know what the words meant but when I finally got my own copy, I read it all by myself. My fondest memory was when I looked at the unusual illustrations and wondered what the words being read aloud meant.

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'Aaron Rohozinski' (It will not let me put my name in the Name area)

My most fond memory of someone reading to me was of a book called Lion Boy. It is the story of a kid who can talk to cats. His parents invent a cure for cancer, but are kidnapped because companies are making a lot of money off of cancer treatment. The story is about how the kid tries to find his parents.

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My fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me was with my mom when I was about five or six years old. I would sit down on my pillow on my bed while my mom, sitting at the foot of my bed, would read "Diary of a Worm" to me. My mom would read this book over and over again to me every school night right before I went to bed. I loved this time so much because I got to laugh and enjoy time reading with my mom. To this day, I can still remember my mom's voice reading my favorite bits and pieces from the book.

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My earliest memory of someone reading to me was my mom and she would read the story little bear. She would read that to me almost everyday when I was about 4. A few years later when I was 6 I was able to read the story to my mom.

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My fondest most amazing memory was when I was 4-5 years old and every night my mother would read my sister and I little snips from the book The Tales of Despereaux , I did not know how to read but I would catch words here and there that I understood and form some sort of story in mind from my imagination. I was fascinated at how just a few words could paint a whole picture in my mind. From then on I practiced on learning how to read, eager to know more words so that I could paint a bigger canvas with my imagination. That moment was when I had fallen in love with reading.

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My fondest and earliest memory of someone reading to me was when I was about 4 years old. Every Christmas Eve my father would sit on a big rocking chair with my brother and I sitting both sides of the chair. He would read the night before Christmas, which was my favorite book. I did not know most of the words, but I would practice until the next year. I got better and better to soon enough the next year I read it to my dad.

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My fondest and earliest memory of someone reading aloud to me was when my Papa read me the infamous book Ferdinand written by Munro Leaf.

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One of my earliest memories of reading is my mom reading all of Barbra Parks' Junie B. Jones stories. She would read in enjoyable voices for every character. Every night we would read a chapter or two before bed and as we kept reading I learned to read them to my mom. I remember reading and definitely enjoying every book in the series.

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Evan Elsasser

My earliest memory of reading is when my parents would read the book The Giving Tree to me before bed every night. After a while I started to learn to read it all on my own and when I got a little older I would read the book to my parents instead.

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honestly, in my family, it was the reverse. my earliest reading aloud memories are of me reading to my mom. I read 'Ramona the Pest' to her when I was about 7 or so, and she just howled with laughter when we got to the part where Ramona decides to throw her babydoll into the oven (pretending it's the witch from Hansel & Gretel) -- anyway the doll goes in on top of her big sister's birthday cake. then when they all smell burning rubber, Ramona comes in asking, "Is the witch done yet??". My mom still quotes that line.

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My earliest and fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me would be of my grandma reading these bible stories with amazing illustrations. It was a large set of books that almost looked like a set of encyclopedias, she read to me everyday. When I was old enough to read I'd lay next to the shelf for hours just flipping through and reading story after story. I loved it and wish I could find those books now for my kids.

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My first memory of someone reading to me was when I was in the first grade. Mrs. Lyons was my teacher and at 2:30 every day we would stop all of our school work, she would ask us to lean back or put our heads on our desks. She would then open up a book and transport us to another world through children's literature. The first book that I remember her sharing was "Box Car Children". This book allowed all of us to escape into a world filled with adventure. "Box Car Children" resonated with me because my mother grew up in a box car during the depression. This reading allowed me to imagine my mother's life.

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My fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me was when I had spent the whole day teaching my younger brother Luke to read. After a frustrating day of going over simple words over and over he could read sentences like "The fat cat sat." My fondest memory is of him reading me a story for the first time.

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My fondest memory of someone reading aloud to me was when my auntie read Charlotte's Web.

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The Read Aloud that stands out for me is my father's rendition of "Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb." I think I was amused because he seemed to think the story was so funny, and I hope that I conveyed the same enjoyment for that story to my kids. Dum diddy dum diddy dum dum dum.

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Stephen Haines

My eighth grade English teacher, Mrs. Wampum (really--that was her name) recited "A Tale of Two Cities" to every one of her classes...FROM MEMORY! She would change her voice as she represented each character in the book, and use her normal voice for the narrative portions. If I remember correctly, it took nearly six weeks to get to the end of the novel. That's impressive!

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My parents would take turns reading to the three youngest kids in my family. The one book that leaps out is James and the Giant Peach. I would look forward to bedtime just to close my eyes and imagine the world that Roald Dahl created.

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My brother taught me to read by reading with me from a book called Lucille! Lucille was a horse who wanted to wear human clothes and do human things and dress like a lady. But it's hard to do those things when you're a horse!

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My earliest & fondest memory is of my mother reading Animal Friends to me.