How I Read My Writing During My Adolescent Years

I have always loved reading due to the exciting stories and the interesting characters that provide a good backbone. All my early books I remember as feel good tales to make the young reader fall in love with the characters while usually having a central theme to teach. Some of the charm of these books was how it got the reader engaged and taught along the way. Just like children shows such as Sesame Street the books where entertaining and also educational so it gave children a early start for school; I would be excited whenever the teacher would teach something and you would already know the new word or

For the most part, I like to write. I surprise myself sometimes when I read what I have written. Essays don’t seem to be that hard for me and most of the time comes naturally to write. Ever since I was younger, reading and writing were always my strong points in school. Math and science didn’t stand

“Dane why do you never take your book home and read? You know we have a quiz on chapter 10 next class.” said Mrs. Mabe. Growing up I never enjoyed reading because we had to take tests, answer questions, and write journals over the reading. Therefore, I only did it because I was required too. My experience with reading and writing has been a stressful, boring, and opportunistic journey. When I was very young, my parents would read to me, but once I started school it all faded away. I don’t struggle to read and write; only the fact that I don’t enjoy the process. For me, both of these are very time consuming and not enjoyable. Although, none of this was fun to me; my parents strived for my success, and mentored me.

In elementary school, I loved to read. Writing was not a big deal either due to the fact that we did not have to write four page essays. It was in first grade when I started to like reading. Reading has just been freshly introduced, considering we had only completed one year of school. My teacher always read to us and I wanted to read those books as well. Throughout elementary school I started to read Junie B. Jones books, which were my favorite. All of the books were about a first grade girl and her different adventures. I had always enjoyed reading those books. Each book had a different topic which I would always relate to in some way. Although I liked to read, I did struggle with reading comprehension which made me dislike writing as well. I hated having to read and then go and write about it. To this day, I still do not like reading comprehension, but my feelings toward reading and writing have changed.

Reading and writing something we all do in class outside of school as a hobby. Some of us hate them both maybe one or the other or maybe none. We all have our advantages and disadvantages in both of them as well and these usually help us decide if we like them or not. I definitely

As an eight-year-old, I was definitely not very fond of reading. Reading to me was very unsatisfying and tedious, mainly because the books I had to read didn’t interest me at all. Plus, reading felt more like a horrible chore than as a fun activity to do during free time.

Growing up I never really liked reading. I always found it boring or a waste of time but as I got older I realized that reading is very fundamental. As a kid my mother would read the bible to me almost every night. What I really enjoyed reading were song lyrics. Music has been apart of my life since I was in the first grade. It started off with childhood television show introductions like SpongeBob, codename kids next door and also other television shows like class of 3000 and drake and josh. One of my favorite

Since childhood, I have been enamored with reading. This passion comes from my mother who advocates literacy to my siblings and me. Elementary school teachers regularly admonished me for hiding a novel behind a textbook, or in my lap, and sneaking glances whenever possible. When school dismissed, my nose would be buried inside a book, and I read anything I could get my hands on: my brother’s books, my mom’s Women’s Day magazines, and even the backs of cereal boxes. Snuggled up in blankets, I grabbed the latest Magic Treehouse and plunged into magical worlds for countless hours. Every summer break, I checked out numerous paperbacks for my library’s Reading Program.

I used to hate English class, so I always made sub-par grades in it, but, I decided to start writing, just about anything, and I started to love it. I had always loved reading, but I had never really loved writing until I started using my imagination much more, and trying much harder.

As a child, I enjoyed literature. I was fascinated by the bright illustrations and flamboyant texts that accompanied these simple stories which always involved a lively ending and a central theme. I read in order to find enjoyment through the ludicrous adventures of the children’s story protagonists. As I progressed through grade school, the style and my association with literature began to drastically change.I was told that these books would broaden my knowledge, enrich my vocabulary and strengthen my writing skills. Perhaps this is true, but I could not help feeling that reading had now become homework (a forced assignment) and it not help these books lacked the charm which the ones of my childhood possessed. I now dislike the concept of literature because books I now read lack the virtues which I enjoyed in children's books and are read only because they are a requirement of my education.

Our era is about how quick we can gain information in a short period of time. People including young adults often do not have the time or think they do not have the time to sit down and read a book. This is sadly often a choice by many young adults by the ages of 12-18 there are many things that motive a young adult to not want to read some sort of book whether it be a like graphic novels, which have less words in many cases and more pictures but still stimulate the young readers mind; with this print books are also something that seem to be an issue with this age group as well. According to our reading “Who are reluctant readers chapter 1” “persons ages 12-18 who, choose for whatever reason, not to read. They can read, maybe not always at grade level, but it is not so much of skill as a matter of choice” (PG 7).

I’d rather jam my toe on the corner of a table for seven and a half hours than read a book. Okay, that may be a tad drastic, but you get my point. I mean, if I get ahold of an amazing book or get assigned an essay that intrigues me, then I’m all in, but that’s rare anymore. I didn’t always feel so negatively towards reading- reading was a crucial part of my life at a young age. My parents heavily encouraged it by reading to me at bedtime and making sure I always had a full bookshelf. When I was about four, still not able to read or spell very well, my parents would spell out words to each other that they didn’t want my little sister and me to hear. Although this was not necessarily them enforcing reading on us, it lit a fire in me to want to know what they were saying to each other. I became better at putting together the seemingly scrambled letters into words and eventually was able to understand their conversations. So proud of myself, I began to repeat the words my parents would spell such as when they were contemplating on taking my sister and me to the “P-A-R-K,” and I screamed “Makenzie, we’re going to the park!” Mom and Dad weren’t very happy that I could now spell. When talking with my parents, I would join in on the “fun” by spelling out meaningless words in my sentences to make me feel big and important. This small feat that I accomplished made me feel mature and helped me gain the confidence to start chapter books.

In elementary I was always so intrigued with reading, writing, and learning in general. At a young age I was always curious to find out what words meant on papers, tv, and magazines. On my fifth birthday just two weeks before school I got books instead of toys as a present. My mother told me that even though I didn't know how to read yet, that she knew I would enjoy it and that soon enough I would be able to read even just a little bit. I would always look at her National Geographic magazines and would ask her what it said about the pictures on them. When I finished Kindergarten that year I was able to start reading chapter books and I fell in love with “The Junie B. Jones.” I read all twenty-eight of them and continued reading other different series after. I realized that after moving to Dodge City and going into middle school, I wasn't as attentive towards reading anymore. I used to read almost all the time but as I grew older, my attitudes towards reading and writing became less of a consideration for me. I began to be

Even though I often seem to prefer reading over writing myself, I do enjoy writing a great deal. I have always treasured and appreciated writing, in every possible way. I honestly struggled with my speech impediment considerably when I was younger, which caused me to close down from participating in class and just from talking to new people and whatnot. So the written word has always been a remarkably significant way for me to express myself, too. However, reading is what allows me to learn different styles and techniques that I can apply to my own writings, therefore I can definitely say I love doing both of

I suspect that my book-reading phase was almost more inconvenient for my mother than my later television fixation. When I wasn’t forcing her to buy me more books at the bookstore, I was checking out books from the library that I rarely- if ever- returned in time to avoid fees. It managed to become quite an expensive hobby. It was also one that consumed most of my time. I refused to take my nose out of whatever book I was reading long enough to cross the street, and soon mastered the art of walking while reading without bumping into everybody around