I was around four when I discovered the magic of books. I can’t clearly remember which shop I was in, all I do remember was my daddy took me to a supermarket where I saw a bunch of coloring books and pleaded like all children if I could have nearly all the books in the shop, but my dad refused to get any of them for me. Instead he walked up to a shelf which had books which the colors already filled in it (which I later found out were story books) and got a book bag with four or five Winnie the Pooh books in them. Initially I was upset because I couldn’t fill in the drawing s with my own choice of colors. I knew how to read because of school and all, but it just hadn’t thought of reading as a fun activity, just as schoolwork which my nursery teacher Mrs. Agyemang facilitated. Truth be told, I had a bit of difficulty reading and writing but Mrs. Agyeman stood by me and helped me read as good as my classmates. She even gave me a story book at the end of each …show more content…
I got tired of how monotonous the books where becoming. Though they were becoming repetitive, I just couldn’t bring myself to read anything else till the third term of class 1 when my best friend gave me the first book in the series, “A Series of Unfortunate Events”. Initially I was skeptical about the book cause it was bigger than all the other books I had read and it pages were filled with just two colors, black and white. I sat down in class during the first break and started reading, not knowing I was getting myself into. Putting things simply, I was hooked. I realized that reading did more than activate my imagination, but it also improved on how creative I was and influenced how I write. Even as I type this essay, I recognize it although it is unfinished at this point as a seriously Lemony Snicket influenced style of writing and if you’ve read any of the books in that series, I’m sure you agree with