It might have taken an hour, it might have taken four, all I know is that it felt infinitely longer as a child so my mother became the master of distractions. There were snacks, sometimes our favourite TV shows, other times we’d sing along to music (dancing strictly forbidden of course). But my favourite distraction of all was always reading my book. Even at a very young age I could forget about the hard seat and quiet my compulsion to fidget by getting lost in stories. I’d practice my reading out loud with my family, or we’d share the stories together by revelling in the pictures on each page, and of course, when I was reading independently, I could be immersed in the pages for hours.