When I was a child, and I mean really young, my Dad used to read me Zoobooks. This was a kids’ magazine devoted to animals of all kinds. My favorites were the dinosaurs, and they had a three-book set on them.

So, I learned a lot about animals, of all sorts. And I enjoyed the nightly readings that my Dad and I would do.

I was looking at a National Geographic recently, and that memory just came to me. The memory of having those books read to me. Of spending that time with my Dad.

I guess you never really know what memories are going to stick. Which things are really important. At least, until enough time passes that you can look back and say, “that was it”.


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