Reading History . I have always loved to read. Growing up I can remember my mom reading to me the same few picture books repetitively so I’d memorize the letter patterns. I remember the magical feeling when I started recognizing words. At first, I struggled with reading.
This influenced my imagery while reading books, which is one of the reasons of how literacy affected me. This was not an ordinary book you read. It is an adventure of following 6 kids who have wings; and are trying to escape a laboratory from being experimented on. The storyline had me hooked, and I could not resist the intensity. Were those kids going to get caught by the doctors?
One of my all-time favorite books when I was a kid was Junie B. Jones. I read all of the books with her name at the beginning of the title. Reading was a way for me to escape from reality. It’s like I would get lost in the books. I’d spend hours reading.
I learned that my father and true friends would love me for who I am and not my reading habits. 2.) During my writing process, I began by listing reading and writing events that affected my life and my reading habits and my style as a writer. I also wrote a list of the major literacy sponsors in my life. I found that my mother was my greatest literacy sponsor.
Some ways that Literacy has played a role on my life is reading. The earliest memory of reading is sitting out on my tree house reading “Deep and Dark and Dangerous” By, Mary Downing Hahn. I remember she wrote it so creative and lifelike that I can remember a scene so theatrical that I can see it almost as if I was there, It was a scene that the main character was in her room and she described everything from the creek of her window to the cracks in her ceiling. It really intrigued me and made me a better writer and enjoy the little details about books. Other things that intrigue me about anything involved with Literacy it is definitely writing.
As a child, I was very interested in books. If you saw me it was safe to assume that I had a book with me. I attribute my love of reading to my grandparents, who have encouraged and supported my reading habit since I was a child. If I even hinted that I wanted to read a certain book they would get it for me. Avid readers their selves, they recognized the impact literature can have on one’s life.
This love that I speak of is my passion for reading, writing and literacy as a whole. From a very young age, about 5, I remember reading being the easiest thing I knew how to do. Most kids in my school hated it, but I had a passion for reading. The liberating feeling, and sensation of being able to do something on my own, encouraged me to read even more. Two people
The musty aroma of a dust covered card catalog reminds of a time when reading new books was a weekly rewarding experience. My fifth grade teacher created chants, distributed stickers, and rewarded us with sweet treats as we approached library day. She created a momentum that carried my love for reading all the way through college. Unfortunately, the stresses of my career and the high demand for closing the achievement gap silently ripped away my desire to hide in a corner and simply “read.” As I approach another year as an educator, I often wonder if my students notice my dwindling passion or can they sense my inner fifth grader. Hopefully, they can recognize my passion for books still exist.
Adding lots of detail to my writing is something that I can work on. My most memorable writing experience, so far, was a story that I wrote with a friend in third and fourth grade. Our story was called The Wilderness Girls, it was about two girls who lived in the wilderness after they ran away from home because their parents were mean to them. This story is memorable to me because it’s the only long story that I’ve actually finished, and it was fun to write with my friend. If I was a writing teacher, I would have my students write both fun, creative stories and boring, research papers.
I felt less clingy, less irritated and much more self-reliant. Reading kept me busy so I didn’t have time to indulge in self-pity. More importantly, I could interact with the characters from great books and absorb strength, wit and courage from the best authors of all time. There was also an unexpected twist in my reading journey. By bringing my book collection to school and exchange with my new classmates, I established long lasting friendship with those who shared the same passion for reading.