I ‘ve never really given it much though, but reading and writing have a huge impact on the world. During my childhood years, my mother read the same book to me every night. In fact, she has started to read the book once again. Writing, as well, has also influenced my life too. For example, when I was little, I kept a journal of everything that happened to me at school and at home. Furthermore, my reading and writing skills started to develop more, and I was able to find myself because of journal writing. Reading and writing have played critical roles in my success in school.
Most of what I can remember from my childhood is being read to by my mom and her teaching me how to read, alongside my older sister. During the day all that I wanted to do was have my mom read to me, so she would. And every night before I went to bed she would let me pick one book for her to read to me. It was my favorite part of everyday. It wasn’t just at home that people would read to me, my grandma would too whenever we went to her house. She had this book full of short stories that always had a good lesson at the end. I loved hearing my grandma’s soothing voice right before I fell asleep. My favorite book was “One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish” by Dr. Seuss. Since my mom read it to me at least once everyday, I began to memorize it. I wasn’t actually reading the words on the page, I just knew the story so well that I could recite it.
Ron Padgett, the author of Creative Reading, recalls how he learned to read and write as though these things happened yesterday. Like Padgett, I tried recalling my reading and writing history. When my parents read to me, they enjoyed reading Dr. Suess books, which became popular with the publication
My parents would occasionally read to me when I was young, but my mother said that I couldn’t stand still long enough to have her read to me. She mentioned that I would instead lay where I could find a spot and block everyone out to read my book. I still enjoy reading, but
As the days went by, not having anyone to help me with my reading made me feel like my world had ended. I felt like I was never going to be able to get through grade school. I felt hopeless. When I was about nine years old, knowing what I learned in school as well as what my sister had taught me I began to read by myself. I knew that I would have to learn some how. At that point I would bring books home from school and try to read them. It was a challenge for me but I didn’t give up. While I was reading out loud to myself at home one day, I remember my little brother coming up to me and asked “what are you doing?” I replied “reading a story, would you like me to read to you?” Of course he being four at the time said “yes”. From that day on, I read a story to him everyday. He was always excited to see me when I came home from school. I read to him every day until he started school. When I was finish reading him a book I would go and read more.
My first experiences with the reading started long before I could even process complex thought. Before I was even born, my mother was an advocate for reading to me when I was in her womb. "I know you can't understand the words, but I would love for you to get use to this," She told the camera. She would always sit in her mother's home in Chicago, and record herself
Growing up with English not being my first language was difficult. My parents knew how to speak it, but they still didn’t know to how to pronounce or define some words. I knew how to speak English very well, but reading was sometimes hard for me. In order for me to learn, my brother would read bedtime stories, and I would follow along. From my princess books to me sitting down with him while he read his Captain Underpants comics. Anywhere I went I would try to read anything I laid eyes on. From hotel names to road signs to menus to anything that could help me improve. Already having an older brother who knew how to read very well, I took advantage of that. My brother would help me pronounce different words, tell me what they meant, and would applaud me for pronouncing them right. He was the main reason why I loved reading so much; loved.
When I was about five years old, I had gotten used to a certain routine; bathing, drinking milk, then being read to as I fall asleep. Soon the routine had to change, there was no more reading before bed because my mother got a job and was too tired to read to me before bed as a young child I was devastated. I didn't know how to go to bed without hearing the fun that Pooh Bear and his friends had. I was just learning to read myself, my teacher in school could tell I had something special in me when it came to reading. When I left her kindergarten
I remember back in second grade my mom used to read books to me. I remember being all cuddled up in a bed with some hot chocolate by my side, just lying there listening to my mother read me chapters from the books that I was supposed to read. The only reason why she read them to me was because she knew that I was not going to read them myself. It’s not that I couldn’t actually read
I believe this is the best thing that could have happened to me. By the spring, I was already reading at a fifth grade level. Mrs. Littlefield was the teacher who really encouraged me to keep reading. In our first grade classroom, we had a baseball diamond. Each of the bases were set up for some type of activity to reinforce the phonics sounds we were learning. When we got to home plate, we had a reading group time with the teacher. I didn’t really care for this, because I felt I was held back waiting on others to read. I know it was beneficial to the learning process, but at the time, I would have rather read by myself. At night, I remember reading to myself out loud. My brothers would often complain because they couldn’t concentrate to read their books with me reading aloud. Fortunately my mother always came to my
Even if I refused to read on my own, my dad still read to me every single night right when I would go to bed. That was something I loved, and would never turn down as a young child. He read many
I had so many events growing up as a kid but the most of it all would be learning how to read. Once upon a time in my life, I had no idea about how to write let alone know how to read a book. Personally, I was taught how
For many people reading and writing are the most fundamental skills a person can learn, it can also greatly influence a persons cognitive thinking capacity and the sharing of information with others. However, in some parts of the world, people still do not have access to education or the ability to learn to read and write. Lacking the skill to read and write can make things tough for some one in todays society, however with the right resources and mentors to support, one can find a hidden passion for reading and writing. For me, reading and writing has never been one of my greatest skills, I had always struggled throughout my younger years of schooling to keep an interest. As of today, reading and writing has made a great impact on my life, especially in the last few years since I began college.
Maya Angelou once said, “When you know better, you do better.” And that’s what I’m doing now. When I was a young girl, my mother never really read to me. She would sing instead, and tell me stories about her childhood. She would tell me nursery rhymes and stories like
As far back as I can remember, being read to and reading has been a part of my life. Before I was able to read, I loved to listen to people read to me. Reading books helps develop a person’s knowledge and vocabulary. It also can help a person become a great writer. In my case, it hasn’t helped. I have never been a great writer. My literary journey has three main parts, reading, speeches, and writing. The biggest one by far is reading.