As soon as I was old enough to talk, I began attempting to read by myself. Reading is not just reading books because someone is told to, it is the key to learning. It creates a mental picture of the world around us. The foundation of all learning is reading. Without it, our world becomes limited to what is close to us.
My first writing experience I can remember is from elementary school. I was in the 3rd grade and my librarian asked me to write her a short book because she used to hear me tell my friends stories. At first, I wondered why would she assigned me this hard task. I didn’t know what to write about. I went home and began looking for inspiration for my story.
My understanding of literacy was off to a rocky start. I was never a fan of reading and writing. Growing up, I would prefer listening to music and watching movies. In fact, I struggled to speak properly. A classroom at Mill Creek Elementary was specifically designed for those who were having a hard time speaking.
Throughout my academic career, I have read many books of all genres to get a feel of the literary world and to enhance my reading skills. Ever since I was a young girl, I recall always loving to read any book that I came across and spending my free time doing so. As I got older, my interest slightly decreased but I still enjoy reading fine pieces of literature. I have always preferred to read over write because there’s so much more to learn from other people’s experiences and getting to relate to it as I get deeper into a book. The main challenges I have faced in my literacy journey is being able to express my full thoughts when I write.
As I began reading I would constantly have to bother my mother to help me pronounce words. Although eventually the words made sense and I successfully read the book. I felt accomplished and started reading book after book, now I would always have a book in my hand. These books started as Magic School Bus but led me to science books. After this I would always attempt experiments and inquire on
I never had to suffer through the reading groups, nor was I labeled by a group name. I was able to create my own reading experience, and for that I will forever be grateful. As a result of my high school experience, it is unfortunate that it has ruined reading for me. I do believe that if I have more time once my education experience is over, I may potentially try to pick reading back up, but as of now, it has taken a back burner. I love the opportunities that reading has provided for me, and I hope that I find a new passion for it later in
Reading this book start to finish made me realize just how countless other great books could be just out of reach. I appreciated that I could seek out books only I wanted to read and not because it was assigned. More times than not we are forced into believing that all the assignments were given in school mark the horrific reading pool available to us. We were not given time in class to read any books of our own choosing. My only opinion was to cram reading in between classes and work, it turned out to be a nightmare.
Each one of our children has different interest, so we usually find ourselves reading two different books a night. Although we only have our daughter part time, when we do have her we try to encourage her to read to us rather than us read to her considering she is old enough to read on her own. Our two-year-old is always picking up books about tractors or cars, he loves to hear us read to him. I hope to pass my love of reading to each of my children and continue to find books myself to read and
This occurred when I was 5 years old. I did not know how reading, however my grand mother did read them for me. I was insatiable. I was always requesting someone to read me something. At the beginning everyone at home were enchanted with the idea but then it became a problem, they had responsibilities to attend to instead of being reading to me all the time, so my mother
Reading is a fun experience but a really hard one to focus on. The first book was an alright read. It was a great book that had a lot of twists and had an interesting, thick plot. The next book would have been a great read, but I shot too high and came back with very little results. When I broke my arm I missed 5 days of school or approximately an hour of reading and I had too much homework to catch up.