Remember when you were five?
Wrapped up in cozy blankets, snuggling next to your favorite animal with your mom at the edge of the bed holding your most treasured object in her hands; your favorite book.
Every night you traveled to magical places, ate green eggs and ham, danced with the sugarplum fairy and said goodnight to the moon.
You cried at the sound of the last page-turning desperately longing for more; more stories, more excitement, more happiness, more adventure.
But what happened? When did reading, writing, telling stories to become a chore?