I was 7-years old and I did not want to read. I knew that I was able to but I felt that something was missing. I come from a tradition of voices: pirate growls, southern drawls, prim ladies, and bold animals. My mother was a drama major in college and used her talent to engage and enchant my sister and me every night as she read or made up stories for us. Every word had energy and intention; the sleepy house made me long for naptime and the adventurous cowboy had me jumping all over my room. But I was never able to get the stories to come to life in the same way when reading by myself.