My Mother Would Read Aloud

I Wanted To Be A Ballerina. I Changed My Mind.

I Was A Great Reader Of Fairy Tales. I Tried To Read The Entire Fairy Tale Section Of The Library.

Writers Are Good At Plucking Out What They Need Here And There.

Ramona Stepped Back Into Her Closet, Slid The Door Shut, Pressed An Imaginary Button, And When Her Imaginary Elevator Had Made Its Imaginary Descent, Stepped Out Onto The Real First Floor And Raced A Real Problem. Her Mother And Father Were Leaving For Parents' Night.

If We Finished Our Work, The Teacher Would Say, 'now Don't Read Ahead.' But Sometimes I Hid The Book I Was Reading Behind My Geography Book And Did Read Ahead. You Can Hide A Lot Behind A Geography Book.