Bedtime stories

When you really try to think of your past you can't remember anything but sometimes it just comes to you on the spur of the moment. The little things that comforted you and still comfort you thinking about them to this day. A great memory I have of my childhood was late at night when i couldn't sleep my mam would come in and read me a Disney bed time story. I remember being hyper active and messing in bed with my twin sister and my mam would come in and kiss our foreheads and tuck us in. The feeling of being stuck within and tightly secure in the blankets, you wouldn't dare move incase you spoiled the perfect little nest of coziness. She would sit at the end of the bed and read aloud the stories, overexaggerating each word in worldly bliss bringing to life the tales of Snow white and Cinderella, but my favourite was Beauty and the Beast. My mam would reinact the beast awakening a fit of giggles in both me and my sister, though now thinking back to it the beast voice was truely atrocious but I love it ever more. How I miss being a child. We all race to grow up but once we get there we realise what glorious days were those of our childhood. Those precious innocent moments forever in our minds :)