Do you remember what it was like when a parent or a teacher read a book aloud to you? It was magical and gripping. We have allow television, movies and countless other forms of distraction rob us of this amazing gift that we can give to each other. I still like books being read to me by my wife. She can read anything to me and I love to listen. There is something about the voice of another reading to you that is warm and comforting. Well maybe just for me. I love reading a great story book that allows me to see within my mind the pages unfold and the story blossom. Think back to some of your favorite books that your parents of teachers read to you as a child. When was the last time that you read them yourself? I encourage you to go to your local library and find those books that you remember to be so entrancing and find a young person to read to. Heck read it aloud to yourself and simply remember the magic. Reading it fundamental. I used to make fun of that campaign. Today thirty years later I laugh at my younger self who was oh so foolish. Reading is fundamental and we need to read to ourselves and each other. Share the magic that someone once shared with you.