[a little smile at that]

I had no bedtime stories, but my master's son would read to me. Later he helped teach me my letters...

[his lips press together a moment - partly in thought, but more to remove the smarting cold from them a little. He's made some progress on the popsicle though.]

I can't say my world was quieter than this one... I think they're both loud in their way. We had none of the technology, though, so that has been an adjustment.