Essay On My Writing Experience

When I was younger my grandmother taught me how to read and write. We sat down for at least a hour learning how to write letters and small words. It was very difficult when I was little because I have ADHD. I couldn’t my attention span was very short, so I would get side tracked and try to play with toys or watch tv. My grandmother had great patience with me and didn’t give up on me. Although she would sometimes have a switch that she would tap me with to get my focus back. She doesn’t believe in diagnoses like ADHD. She is very old school. she said I just need more attention. I often would get frustrated and wanted to quit because no one else was being taught how to read and write but me. I was the only kid that had to learn how to read and

I remember when my friends would knock on the door and ask for me and she would say “he is not done doing his work”. I use to be so mad at her for making me do work. I wasn’t even in school yet. I felt like it was so unfair. My grandmother would always say, “life is unfair definitely for you because you are black”. I hated learning how to write and read. I remember crying because I didn’t want to learn. She didn’t care about me crying. She still made me read and write. After she taught me how to write my ABCs, I was taught how to write my name. After I got that down pact I started writing short sentences. Learning how to write sentences helped me with my reading too. I was able to read short bedtime books because of it. Sometimes she even made me try to read the Bible. She would sat the lord blessed me with a big brain, so I could fill it up with knowledge. At a young age I really didn’t understand. I was just doing what I had to do, so I could go outside. Although now I see it helped in the long run. When it was time to go to school I was ahead of everyone else in my class. When we had spelling bees I would always finish in the top 3. I also would get 100s on our spelling