My Narrative Essay: My Journey To Literacy

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My Journey to Literacy As kids we are taught literacy without knowing it. Our parents or teachers have sat down with us and helped us write out our letters, sound out words, and form sentences. We were all given crayons at restaurants and a piece of paper that had fun games, cartoons, and tic tac toe. There are few people who have not learned to read and write, or have learned in a different way or at an older age. All of our experiences are different, and my experience has left me with my own literacy narrative. My literacy started when I was about 3 years old, and my mom enrolled me into preschool. My preschool was in this big white stone building that was connected to a church. My mom would check me in about seven in the morning and pick me up about three in the afternoon. I would spend a full school day there. In this building, I was first taught to read and write. The building was two stories, and the classrooms were upstairs. The tables and chairs were the perfect height for a toddler. For four years, I made crafts, practiced my alphabet, played, and was taught how to read in that classroom. If I wasn’t at preschool, my mom would make it a habit for me to read to her in the car. Day after day…show more content…
My experience is similar to what Brandt wrote about in “Sponsors of Literacy”. Brandt lists teachers, priests, parents, and relatives as the literacy sponsors that have guided others to learn how to read and write (73). All of those examples were the ones who made me literate. As I look back at my life before now, I see the purpose in all of that. It wasn’t just to get me through school and know what I am doing, but to allow me to understand the world around me. Without literacy, my knowledge of the world would be so small. I wouldn’t have been able to experience what I have experienced. Literacy holds power as it gives you a new window to see everything that is going on around
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