At bedtime my Dad would read stories to my brothers and I. He read everything from Winnie the Pooh to classic fairy tales. After my brothers fell asleep, and Dad had finished the story, I would continue to read my own stories. Since I didn’t have my own lamp I used the light from the hallway to see the pages.
My Dad loved playing music for us, even after we went to bed, and the story was over, and we were meant to be asleep. We would feel the music vibrate through the floorboards of our upstairs bedroom. He played everything from musicals, to opera, to folk, and hard rock.