Do you remember your favourite bedtime story as a child? ?

Cinderella . I had two older sisters and I was convinced that they were the horrible ugly sisters. I remember being shocked and somewhat disappointed to discover that Mum hadn’t made up the story with me in mind for the eponymous beautiful, but put-upon , younger sister.

Strange that I don't remember being read to before bed although we had plenty of books so I guess we read ourselves.
The Famous Five series springs to mind.
I do remember mum coming in to tuck us tight into bed and turn off the light. To this day, I need to feel the security of tucked in blankets and sheets to be able to sleep. No duvets in our house!

As a child, my mother never read me stories, she would read to my younger sister but never to me.
As I learned to read, I would spend all my time with my nose in a book, my favourites being Enid Blyton's Famous Five mysteries.
My love of reading has never left me, I can read an average of 4 or 5 books in a week.

I don't ever recall having a bedtime story, or being tucked in at night. I only remember having one day out to the local beach and as an aunt and cousins were there I am sure it was at her instigation.. We never had a holiday. My mother was rather cold, found social occasions difficult and always critical, On reflection I believe she was depressed a lot of the time. My father was fun but bringing up us children (2of us) was mum's department.
My brother and I did things very differently. Our children were always read to and played with,
As a child I loved books and to this day I read at least 2 books per week.

The Wind in the Willows was my favourite story.

I can’t remember ever being read to at home, or my parents ever reading themselves. As I grew up I was an avid reader as was my mother’s when she was older.. But I do remember at school the teacher reading a chapter of a book every day. My favourite was “Shadow the Sheepdog” which fuelled my longing for a dog.

My Mum made up stories for me. I wish we’d had the advantage of a voice recorder in those days. Then she sang (Daisy Daisy give me an answer do, Sweet Molly Malone and She Sailed Away on a lovely Summers Day usually!). Then she said the prayer ‘Gentle Jesus meek and mild, Look upon a little child, pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to Thee’.
Lights out ?

I love the Three Little pigs It was one of my favourites as a child and I read it to my Granddaughter every Friday night as she sleeps at mine.

We lived on a farm and my parents were always too busy to read a story but I shared a room with my older sister and she would make up great stories to tell me - she never seemed to mind that I went to sleep before she got to the end!

I had a book of children's poems that was my favourite bedtime read. I also loved Hansel and Gretel.

I had a book sent to me from relatives in America about a naughty cat who got covered in tar and had to be washed with a hosepipe. On every page where there was a picture of the cat he had a patch of black furry material that I loved to touch. Also a book called Peter and his magic pebble,still have them both somewhere and I used to read them to the grandchildren when they were young. After a story it was always prayers which had to be done kneeling by the bed. Happy times.

What a lovely idea for a topic. My grandfather used to tell me wonderful stories about India but sleeping was something I was never any good at and they got my imagination running, so he wisely decided to save them for better times of day! The same thing happened with his tales of Muckup the Monster which were much too funny for bedtime but splendid. Apart from those I never liked bedtime stories; I devoured books but for some reason preferred the way I heard them in my head. My poor Mum; she wanted to read to me so badly but could tell it made me fidgety no matter how I tried to hide it. She had the most beautiful voice and read so well - looking back it seems very strange and selfish that I preferred the inside of my own head to my mother. I've always felt dreadful about that as I was so lucky to have such a wonderful Mum. She loved giving me books though, and what wonderful ones there used to be. Racey Helps, Alison Uttley, and all the others people have mentioned. I still read E. Nesbitt, Lewis Carroll, etc. - all the children's classics - quite often. Probably I'm tremendously immature but they're so lovely. I feel very sorry for children today; the new books for them don't seem very interesting and they're on techno-thingies half the time anyway. Awfully glad I'm old.

I loved anything by Enid Blyton - Mr Pinkwhistle was a firm favourite - could NOT imagine todays children relating to these stories nowadays.

The tree that sat down by Beverly Nichols

The secret garden

I remember my mother reading to me pre school Alison Utley I often chose her books when we went to the library. My father listened to our reading rather than read to us. I pretty much learnt to read as soon as I went into school aged 4 and 3/4 and then I read to myself, all the time. Starting with Noddy, The Magic Faraway Tree, then all the other Enids. Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, What Katy Did, Heidi, Wind in the Willows and my absolute favourite The Water Babies.

No matter what books mum tried to read to me at bedtime, I would only listen to one. It was about beavers building a damn and I was quite happy to go to sleep once mum had read it. Even now if I see a programme about Beavers I'm fascinated.

I can't remember anyone else ever reading to me, but my mum said I started reading myself very young and anything by Enid Blyton are the earliest bedtime stories I can recall reading - I used to sit up in bed and could easily read a book in one sitting - I'd beg for books for birthday & Christmas presents and was lucky that the local library was only a few streets away and one of the places I was allowed to go - could check out about half a dozen books each time and I was in there several times most weeks, loved it.

Black Beauty - I loved the story - read it again and again as a child. Plus Heidi. I love books and reading and have tried to instil a love of reading in my grandchildren. Sadly in these days of electronic devices it has proved quite difficult. However my husband and I have frequently taken all the grandchildren on holidays on our own to our seaside house. Then we had magic nights with The Faraway Tree and The Wishing Chair read on the bed to 4 grandchildren by their grandfather whilst I cooked dinner. We were not allowed to miss an instalment. My goodness the children loved those books. Why this "woke" generation have villified Enid Blyton so much I will never understand. Children loved her stories! My grandchildren have said they want our books for their children!

I don’t remember being read bedtime stories as a child. However, as soon as I learnt how, I used to enjoy reading under the covers using the light from the electric blanket control. No wonder my eyesight is so bad!
My favourite book was The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe but I was a voracious reader and would read anything.

I loved to read myself and loved Enid Blyton's Secret Seven books.

My Mum read Enid Blyton books to me all the time - I loved The Magic Faraway Tree.

Noddy

I only remember mum reading to me from a big book of bedtime stories, loved them all but I think it was the attention at quiet time that was soothing rather than the stories being read.

I loved the Brer Rabbit stories. I don't know if they still print them any more, I remember some of them being a bit.... not PC.