My mother had a love of reading which she desperately tried to pass on to her children. I remember we would go to the Library all the time, which was one of my favorite memories as a child. My mom would tell us to pick out three books each and off we would go. When I was young I defiantly judged a book by its cover, I wanted the outside to look inviting and then maybe I would pick it out to discover what the inside was all about. My mother would read to us every night, at first just some simple children’s books and then, as we got older, we would read novels together.
My Literacy Narrative I was never truly an avid reader when I was younger. I was the oldest of five siblings and left in charge of taking care of my younger brothers and sister. I was more prone to spending time outside than reading a book. Of course, I did find myself enjoying a good mystery novel, but playing ball would always trump even a good book.
I don 't exactly remember the day learned to read, I guess learning to read came hand in hand with learning to write, slowly. I remember having to copy words off of a blackboard onto paper, then re-write those words over and over again until I not only memorized how to write them but also how to pronounce them. I remember every Friday was library day in elementary school and my friends and I would always fight to be first in line to get to the sports section because we never wanted to have to read anything "boring". I enjoy reading for pleasure but I dislike reading for information, most likely because I have a difficult time learning something just by reading it, I am more of a hands on learner.
I flew through each reading. I was the fastest reader in my class. My teacher would write my parents notes on how quick and successful I was at reading. Now, I enjoy reading, but not as much as I used to. I have to be in the mood for reading and finding a book to read for fun, and not for class, is a difficult task.
I could read short chapter books such as Ready Freddy, or the Magic School Bus. Our teachers would still read to us for enjoyment or class assignments, and occasionally my parents would read to me at home. My writing had also improved. In grade 1 we started out with words and small sentences, which eventually developed into long sentences, paragraphs, and poems. In grade 4, I had taken the easy way out, and I only read the short and easy read books.
Because of books that I was forced to read, reading had never appealed to me in a pleasant way. Eventually, I slowly lost interest in reading. Instead, I would see it as more of a chore than something I would enjoy doing in my free time. It became common
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
Reading exposed me to many different situations and outcomes, and it broadened my vocabulary. In a way reading helped me prepare for the real world. People usually
I remember my sixth grade English teacher reading us Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling. I fell in love with that series and read almost all of them. The time when my feelings about reading went sour was when we were made to read certain books in school. I didn’t have any interest in reading Animal Farm by George Orwell or poems like Beowulf by an anonymous Anglo-Saxon poet. That took the thrill of reading away from me.
Whatever the feelings a person has about reading and writing as a whole and how it pertains to their life as an adult—reading and writing had some sort of impact on everybody at some point in their life. In my personal journey with reading and writing, I have learned to love the art even more every year. I began reading at the early age of three, I could read on an eighth-grade reading level when I was five. I was well above other students' academic levels, starting from early ages.
Literacy Journey My literacy journey starts before I could read. When I was in preschool I have memories of my mom and two older brothers reading to me. I remember reading during that time were The Emperor's New Clothes specifically by my brothers, Sylvester and the Magic Pebble, and Where the Wild Things are by my mom that was one of her favorites as a child. My parents were not avid readers but encouraged relatives to give us books instead of toys.
Anxiety replenished me when this essay was commenced as a responsibility, that I needed to accomplish. Writing is my specialty, but I did not think it would be this stressful, writing down so much information, Will I win? , Will this drop my grade if the judges don’t like it?, and more importantly, Will I win the contest? I already have so much homework on my plate from being an honors student. But I knew that as I journeyed through I can make it because failure is not acceptable and I’ll try my hardest even if it means I die of stress trying.
I cannot remember exactly when I first learned to read. I image it would have began during my early school years. I was never or have ever been passionate about reading, however I did like my mum reading books to me at bed time as a child. I grew up in Liverpool, England were reading was never a priority. The only thing I liked to do when I was younger was play football (Soccer) and that’s exactly what I did whenever I had the opportunity to do so.
I was in kindergarten when I developed the special hobby of reading. It was because of my mother sent me to special and advance studies. I voluntarily told my mom to let me enroll on that special program because I had nothing to do after school. Since my school was just across our old home, having a special class in the afternoon would really cause not much hassle or effort. Another factor that gave me the strength to love reading was because of my older sister.
Since then as an adult, I have made a point to increase my reading and writing abilities. I do not exactly remember when during my childhood that reading started to become a struggle for me. However, I do remember as early as third grade having to leave my classroom to go to another building for tutoring in reading. As I progressed through the years, the school eventually separated the
