Wonder Why It all started when I was in kindergarten, the time I had absolutely no experience in English literature. As a matter of fact, during this time of my life I had not known anything about school in general. At this time, I probably did not even know how to say my ABC’s, read or write, but as I grew older I learned something new each and every day. I learned things such as reading and listening to small books. The teacher would read books that interest our class out loud and she would also have us try and read on our own.
Learning to read and write was not an option; it was a requirement. “School will be what makes you succeed in life,” my parents and educators would say. I did not realize how hard it would be to read and write; however, it came natural to me, in the beginning. Struggling many times, several people did not believe in me; however, that never stopped me from wanting to gain more knowledge as I grew older. There has always been more positive people to motivate me whenever I needed inspiration.
A Learning Experience: Reading and Writing Through most of my adolescent years, reading books and writing my thoughts took patience that I lacked and a desire my mind could not want for. But as the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20. I know now that we are fortunate to have the opportunities to learn to read and write at such a young age. We are willingly and eagerly taught by our families, friends, neighbors, and teachers at school. But I find myself wondering, what about those that were not so lucky?
Literacy should be a priority for everyone; it is a basic skill that is used far more than we are conscious of, from reading books, to articles, to even status updates. At a certain point, we do not even have to try to read because it becomes second nature to us. Everyone has his own literacy story, and it has affected his life in at least one way. When my parents enrolled me in Mrs. Heard’s kindergarten class, my heart was set on learning to read. She taught me the basics of reading, which made me more eager.
I always have been curious. It made me being in several troubles when I was a boy. I wanted to know everything about the world which surrounded me. I had knowledge hungry. In an attempt to calm down my hyperactivity, my mother taught me to read and I loved reading, at the beginning at least.
So with this information in mind , these are some of the books that have influenced my character and therefore my literature journey . My favorite memories either include an animal a friend or me upside down in my bed ( my favorite reading spot ) with a good book . Reading was always a safe place away from boredom and annoying siblings . One of the books I remember the most was a broad purple heavy book called ‘ Bible Stories for Kids’ I remember how at first I only read it because it was the only book in my little “library” that I had not read ; A story that stands out among others is the story of Jesus walking on water ; I can distinctly remember the first time I read this story , I was in an airplane on my way to Reynosa , Tamaulipas to visit my family. Since i had started reading the book a few weeks ago I couldn 't stop reading .
This is true for many of today’s students. For example, in my situation I have a tough time finding time for myself, friends, and family due to the amount of homework I complete daily. Etta Kralovec and John Buell (2003) state that every parent wants to teach their kids valuable life lessons and skills. Homework is putting family time on hold and interrupting the time children have with their parents to develop these skills (pg. 40).
This happened mostly when I was in kindergarten and first grade, the school years that I lived with her. Instead of playing outside, I was forced to read the entirety of my textbooks just so I could be ahead of everyone, do practice questions, and write like there’s no tomorrow. Fast forward to the start of second grade.Two years after kindergarten, and countless beatings later. My grandma’s concern increasingly grew
Letters were not entertaining at all. My parents were constantly called to school to talk about my low grades and missing assignments. The material was not hard to understand, I simply preferred doing other things. At some point after second grade, my parents enrolled me into a tutoring program to help Improve my reading and writing skills. The program ran for a full hour every single day of the week, time that felt like an eternity.
Until now, I have realized that life calls for a mind-blowing reading, a colorful travel, an exciting concert, a history of persistence and most importantly love. Both teachers and parents told us to read numerous books at an early age. At that time, most of us could not understand what authors mean and just scan pages quickly. Even sometimes, we need some help from parents for illiteracy. But when we grew up into a teenager, we began to have a deep comprehension.