I think this is a blessing, and just as much from a teacher or librarian, a grandparent or a parent. You can spark their interest, you just need to keep going until you find the right subject that grabs them. I am almost 40, and I can still hear my Papa’s voice reciting the highwayman and the wreck of the Hesperus, and a lot of Kipling, Goldilocks and the three bears, E.A. Poe, Shakespeare, the rime of the ancient mariner, and stories he told of growing up, of the horses in the kitchen, rowing out to get water and molasses, a one room school house, and catching seagulls for dinner (not recommended, and yes I’ve eaten one too, squirrel and pigeon, even rat, is far superior) So many little smidges of poetry that hover in the grey areas of my memories... if there is one gift you can give to your grandchildren, that may just be it. My Papa passed twelve years ago, and I was “too old” for bedtime stories twenty five years ago; but that is something I will always have, and I hope that younger generations can also have something like it. Don’t underrate or diminish the ability to bring life to a story, even a silly one, if it engages the audience then it is magical, and irreplaceable.
*Kristen tucks both the soapbox and the box of precious memories away* but thank you for reminding me of them. And storytelling (Even just reading aloud with feeling) is a dying art that needs preserved, so if anyone has that gift, please share it as often as you can!