When Bedtime used to be 7pm

It took a few minutes...maybe close to an hour for me to remember anything pertaining to my "early learning years". I lost my hearing by the time I was four years old so my speech and language became a bit delayed. It was also easy for me to go to bed because all I had to do was take my hearing aids out and all was quiet. Of course, that wasn't so much a blessing then than it is now. My parents told me before they found out about my hearing loss, I would crawl out of my crib every time they set me in and they would spank me and put me back in. Five minutes later I would be out of my crib and spanked once again...let's just say that I've learned to appreciate the fact that I can't hear at night.
 When it comes to remembering my bedtime stories, I think my childhood looked a little different because I couldn't hear. However, I do remember bits and pieces of it rather vaguely. I remember my parents singing to me. I remember the different story books they read (although I have no clue what they were called). I remember the stories my dad used to tell. I even remember the cereal boxes I read/looked upon before I went to school in the mornings. I never realized that those moments could have prepared me for school but I am especially grateful that I was able to catch on so quick to the language around me. I learned to read lips real quick and became an expert at it at an early age.  I wish I could remember the finer details but that's all I've got.