impetus

When I was a child growing up in Taipei, Taiwan my mother enrolled me in a series of classes at this woman's apartment. I remember sitting in a small stool at a long table with other children listening intently as she read us magical stories filled with fantastical elements and dramatic endings. We would listen, enraptured by the words. Afterwards she put on some music and we would draw what was in our minds' eye. I could have gone on forever.