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

My favourite was dear zoo. Love books with flaps

I always liked being read the newspaper comic strips. Short enough that it happened every night no matter how busy my parents were.

I loved reading the Hobbit, and had wonderful imaginary thoughts of the Hobbit hole, the how the dwarfs looked, how ghastly Gollum would look and the dragon - I read this book over and over.
Before this up until the age of 7 or 8 I read books by Roald Dahl, the Witches being a favourite.

No but I loved reading to myself, Narnia, Anne of Green and so many more!

I had all Alison Uttley's 'Little Grey Rabbit' books. First my mum read them to me, until I learnt to read myself. Later I progressed through the many Enid Blyton series. I'm glad we had real books then, not screens!

I loved Charlottes web as a child - and have my childhood copy complete with 'this book belongs to ........' in the preface.

We didn't live in the sort of family where children were read to and tucked into bed at night, but by the age of four I was regularly making up stories to tell to my sister and brothers at bedtime. I did it for years and my siblings always believed I would grow up to be a writer.

My own children always had a bedtime story - right up until when they left primary school. They are all avid readers except for the youngest who prefers audio books and they all read bedtime stories to their children.

Oh I completely forgot. My Dad read a book to me and my sister - The Wind on the Moon, by Eric Linklater, a fantasy tale, involving two sisters with whom my sister and I identified. I don't think anyone else has ever heard of it. It won the Carnegie medal in 1944, so my Dad must have bought it when it was first published.

My sister and I shared a bedroom and Mum always read us a bedtime story. Our favourite was the 'Heffalump' chapter from Winnie-the-Pooh, in particular the bit where Pooh says "Help, help, a horrible heffalump" then repeats it getting the words mixed up. Our poor Mum had to read it again and again! Eventually she made a rule that we had to have a different story every other night.
We had a little brightly coloured bookcase/cabinet between our beds, with lots of books, especially Enid Blyton, that mostly came from jumble sales. We also had a Noddy alarm clock.
Before going to sleep we always sang the last verse of 'Away in a manger' as a vesper. ('Be near me Lord Jesus...')

I fondly remember dad would always recite bedtime stories to me when I was a child.

Never had a bedtime story read to me, but my children's favourite was Peace at Last, a lovely little story about a bear trying to get to sleep in his noisy house.

Given to me by my father, the Jungle book, they are dated 1908 and 1913, and I loved them being read to me - they have pictures which is so lovely - my dad did the voices - I still have the books and they are one of my prized possessions.

I loved Brer Rabbit,as did my 2 sons.