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

I don't remember having bedtime stories, which is odd because my parents were very keen on books. In fact, my dad was a teacher and taught children with learning difficulties to read. Maybe it was because my sister and I were both fluent readers from a very early age and read to ourselves at bedtime.

I loved being read to, though. Mum used to read to me when I was ill, and my favourites were the Winnie the Pooh stories. When we could persuade Dad to tell us a story, they were always very funny. Happy memories.

During the war, my Dad read to me every night, usually from the Beatrix Potter books. The complete collection had been given to me as a baby.

One of eight children never got read to at bedtime. There were hardly ever books in our house apart from the occasional one at Christmas.
I was a good reader from early on I couldn’t stop reading anything I could get my hands on. I remember getting books in school to take home to read. I was a fast reader the teacher who was horrid didn’t believe I had read it and would test me. I remember my favourite book was The children of Willow farm. I used to make up stories to read to my younger siblings at bedtime.

Oh Ella the Waterbabies.......I loved that so much!

My Mum never really read to me, except one book which was her favourite- Anne of Green Gables. I remember I took it on holiday when our children were small, we were camping in Brittany I read it to my daughter on the beach and strangely on the back seat of the car at bedtime. My childrens favourite book was called Burglar Bill read by my husband, in fact my niece ( knowing this) bought a new copy for my husband on his last birthday so he could read it to our granddaughter.

Mum used to make up stories while we sat by her knee, not just at bedtime. She used to include us all in the stories and we were often naughty in them, which we loved. I did the same with my children and grandchildren. I often based the stories on them meeting scary dragons in the woods who turned out to be very kind! I once roared a dragon roar and scared my granddaughter a little too much, she told me to please roar quietly next time.

My Dad used to tell me stories at bedtime of “Mamma7 and Teddy down by the riverbank”. Teddy and I lived on a houseboat and our friends were all the animals/birds who lived nearby...not one other human or domestic animal! Loved the stories almost as much as I loved Teddy ? We also used to play Teddy the Winner which was a sort of boxing match - strange but true ?

Remember Mum reading the parable of the Lost Sheep, how the shepherd counted 99 I think, knew one was missing, and searched for it.

I ended up waking and crying, thinking about this poor little lost sheep! Mum had to reassure me that the good shepherd found it, and it was safe with its mum.

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Alice in Wonderland. A beautifully illustrated well thumbed book which I still have now and have read to children nephews and nieces ?

I didn’t have a bedtime story but my dc used to like books with pictures read to him

My father was in many ways a dead loss as a daddy but he would very occasionally tell me lovely bedtime stories about a brave adventurous girl named 'Juno' who joined the circus and rode a beautiful white horse. I don't remember my mother telling me bedtime stories but she did teach me to read and I have always been an avid reader.

Yes, I can remember made up stories mostly from memory. Ladybird books and Thumbelina was a favourite.

Never had a bedtime story read or told to me.

My parents were convinced that stories at bedtime woke children up instead of sending them to sleep. I had a vivid imagination, so they may have been right.

Unfortunately, they were also convinced that children up to the age of twelve needed 12 hours sleep a night, so off to bed at seven in the evening and up at seven in the morning.

I have never slept for anything like that length of time in my life, so I made up stories to tell myself from seven to eleven when my parents went to bed and I pretended to be asleeep when they looked in.

Lost at the Fair, a Ladybird Book. Not read at bedtime but during the day, and my lovely Grandma used to play at it with me, setting out a stall in her front room with sweets bought from the sweet shop.

“Fast asleep was Dormouse Cottage
Up on silent Sunny Hill
All the dormice lay a-sleeping
Every thing was very still.

Came a muffled heavy knocking
On the cottage window pane
Mrs Dormouse rose and listened
Rubbed her eyes, and yawned again.......”

They don’t write stories for children like that any more!

we had to do our own reading as kids, so I would often read Narnia books, mostly while sitting inside my wardrobe with a torch, hoping to find Narnia really believing it was true!

grannynanny ? yes lovely memories

Oh yes, I still have my favourite bedtime book. It had a lullaby with a little picture on each page and a tiny story underneath.
It's just a little book with cardboard cover and I think it was a promotion from a store but I loved it. It's very tattered looking as it's been used so much.
Would send you a photo but it's currently in storage and it's in German too.

Mum usually read to me but Daddy always recited Goldilocks & the 3 bears. It was probably the only one he knew, but such a treat.

Aldom:
I remember The Lady of Shalott too, such a comforting rhythm.

My DDs favourite was: If you're afraid of the dark, Remember the Night garden. (think this was the title) DM brought it back from US after a holiday.

My DGD's favourite bedtime book when she is staying here is Grandpa Bear's Blossom Shop which was given to my DD when she was very young. It is by Gerda Makaskie and has lovely illustrations.

Adventures of a Teddy Bear and More Adventures of a Teddy Bear by Mrs H C Craddock.

I remember being tucked in, and then reading books by torchlight myself under the covers. Mum read to me during the day when younger, but not at night.

The Water Babies---I never tired of it.
Second to that was Rupert.

One was Orlando the Marmalade Cat. And several Enid Blytons (which I know are very non PC now and rightly so.)

I'm sure I used to have bedtime story, but if I had a favourite I can't remember it! I don't remember them at all

My mother was a wonderful story reader and my favourite was “The Log of the Ark”, a hilarious retelling of the story of Noah and the Ark. Our copy disappeared but I managed to track down a second hand one to read to my own children, who also loved it, and GD1 inherited the book.