Do you remember the first book you learned to read? Well, I do and it shaped me into the reader I am today. During my early years in elementary school, I began to learn about what reading was and how to read books. I always remember my kindergarten teacher reading “Love you forever” before I would go to nap time everyday. I eventually learned to read my favorite childhood book on my own. However, this was a problem when I didn't want to branch out and read books to better my reading skills. Reading and writing are such and important aspect in our lives that get abused every day. It may sound silly, but as a young child I came in contact with books that impacted me, changed me, and shaped me into the reader and writer I am today. As a kindergarten and first grader you really learn to read books on your own. From my experiences, I used to love when my teacher would read me “Love you forever.” This book became my all time favorite because I loved the story it told. I fell so in love with this book that I didn't want to ever read another one. I enjoyed my teacher reading it to me so much that I didn't want to lose the memories I had of her reading it. I go so upset when I knew I had to move up to a higher level book. This was a huge set back for me in my early reading career. …show more content…
I realized as I got older I had so many options of books to read. The different types of genres and books the world had to offer was so amazing to me. As I got a little older and the years went on, I learned that I really enjoyed chapter books. I soon came upon the set of books called “ The Magic Tree House,” by Mary Pope Osborne. Osborne created a set of books that made you think that anything was possible. This set of books definitely made an impact on my life and showed me what literacy was all
Every word written or read is a chance to better yourself or someone else. Our words carry an enormous significance with them. Even if a person doesn’t enjoy reading or writing, they can not deny that fact. I bring this up because reading and writing has shaped me into the person I am today. So it is no surprise that I am willing to rant about how great reading and writing can be.
Literacy memories and events began at a young age for me, and while teachers and family members all impacted my opinions and preferences for reading, every book I read and writing assignment given to me helped me form my literacy story and come to enjoy reading. Many literacy moments came from when I was young, like my mom or dad reading to me before bed or teachers reading to me at school their favorite books. All of these memories were accompanied by everyone saying how great reading was, and for a while I didn’t believe them. I had so many forced experiences with reading that it was almost painful for me to pick up a book. But as time went on and the reading I was still forced to do intensified, a better relationship with reading and writing
My mother taught me how to read at a young age. She read to me before I could read which helped me learn new words and develop a basic understanding of literature at an early age. When it came time for me to attend elementary school, I remember heading to the library quite often. Books were organized based on what was thought to be the appropriate reading material for that grade level. I often found myself wandering down the isles with the older kids. I’m so grateful my mother encouraged reading as much as she did. If she hadn’t, it’s very possible I could have struggled with reading. If this were true, I wouldn’t have learned as much as I did, or had the desire to read, which is very important in order to become as advanced in literature as possible.
One of the most eye opening experiences of my life occurred in the second grade. I would have never thought that doing one simple assignment in elementary school could change my whole perspective on literacy. My understanding of literacy was sparked when I had read my first real book. I remember sitting down on the vividly colorful carpet day dreaming about playing Mario Cart on my Nintendo 64 while everyone was obediently listening to the teacher read a book out loud. It wasn’t that I did not know how to read or listen, I just didn’t care. Reading to me used to be tedious because I did not understand the purpose of it. I did not grow up with the luxury of my parents reading to me because they weren’t literate in English, so I had to figure out for myself why literacy is vital in everyday life. My ongoing learning experience with literacy can be traced back to one simple visit to library.
Ever since I can remember, my beautiful mother, Anne, would read to me. She would set me in her lap in our big green rocking chair and read Winnie the Pooh, and Dr. Seuss but my all time favorite was Dr. Seuss's "Green Eggs & Ham". No matter where we were or who we were with, she would read that book to me. She read it so many times I'm sure she could recite it word for word. After a few hundred times of her reading it to me, I had all 62 pages memorized. I could even tell when she skipped a page, which I don't blame her, its a long book. At the time, I had no idea simply reading this book would affect my literacy. But by 3, I had 50 words memorized just from the book. As I grew, so did my love for books. I often read in my preschool with
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.
I was never a fan of reading when I was younger I always thought of it as a waste of time. However when I my aunt got incredibly sick reading became my escape from reality. I remember sitting in the hospital waiting room waiting for my turn to go in to see my Aunt I would just sit there and read 4-5 books a day. When I would read I would get lost I would feel like one of the characters in the book and that all the problems and issues that me and my family were going through didn't matter at the time. After I lost my aunt I started writing in a journal of just how hard it was to except the fact that she was gone and that i wouldn't be able to see her everyday anymore. Writing and reading later became my best friend I started downloading book after book and after I finished the book I would write about and how I related to it. That was my escape from reality, I slowly started to understand that my aunt passing away made me mature in so many
As a child, I loved books. I loved the stories and brightly colored pictures. Most of the books I read left me smiling every time I read them. Now, just seeing the cover of a book I had read when I was young brings back fond memories. Even though I struggled with reading a bit growing up, I don’t remember it hindering my appreciation for it. I remember being really excited when it was time for my mom to read to me every night before bed. I enjoyed Dr. Seuss, The Rainbow Fish, The Big Hungry Bear, Tikki Tikki Tembo, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and many more (the list goes on and on). There were also several teachers I had that read to my classes on a daily basis. As I got into third and fourth grade, my teachers would start reading chapter
My mother always read at least one story to me every night before I drifted off to sleep. Her doing so influenced many aspects of my life. I enjoyed every book that was construed to me, and the way she read the books made me feel as if I was inserted into the story myself. Every emotion that the characters felt somehow transferred to me. Each and every book that I have read taught me a different lesson or brought a different emotion. e
Now when I start a good book I find myself not being able to put it down, reading the whole thing within a week. I then find myself looking back to that little 4th grade girl who fell in love with reading after a struggling year. As I am reminded I owe all of my successes and love of reading and ability to comprehend to that one teacher. Who wanted each of her students to succeed, and saw in me what others didn’t. She looked at me as the whole child and knew I needed to read something I can relate to, and then helped me blossom into a little
When I was young I had many memories of reading, From when I was a newborn till almost 10 years old, every night my mommy would read at least 2 picture books. Some of my favorite books were The 14 Bears Summer and Winter because I enjoyed all the cute illustrations of baby bears and their treehouse homes, and some Mother Goose Rhymes because I liked the rhymes and silliness of the beat. Also, when I was 4-7 years old I loved the book Brown Bear Barney because the girl in the story has adventures with Brown Bear Barney and she always gets reunited with him, I could relate to this because I was attached to my stuffed animal. A trouble I had learning to read was not being interested
In my early childhood years I was introduced to reading at a young age. I can remember learning to read in Kindergarten and having it change me forever. Starting off I always liked reading easy, funny, books like Captain Underpants. This series of books was hilarious to me, plus it had pictures so It created a nice mix of reading and laughter. Also, this is where I started to have a deep love for fantasy. I began to read The Magic Tree House series, which were short and easy fantasy reads that kept my mind racing. The magic really occurred to me as a child, when I could figuratively put myself into the worlds of these books I was reading. My real first challenge, was when I was in fourth grade, and the first Harry Potter book was released. This book was very long for me at the time and had about 300 pages. Once I began reading it though, I
At a very young age I became invested in books. I can remember countless summers sitting on the hammock outside my home reading until the sun began it's descent. Reading is not only my escape from reality, but it is also my guide to dealing with reality itself. Recently I had the privilege of reading the book Me Before You, and it influenced me to view the world in a different perspective and left a tremendous impact on my life.
Through the years of elementary school, I excelled in reading because of the comprehension I had and my love for books. We were always required to read a book, because we needed a certain amount of accelerated reading points each month. My favorite books were Junie B. Jones and Captain Underpants. I enjoyed reading during these years because it came natural to me and I admired the fictional aspects of books and the way they could make my mind run wild. The teachers I had I credit some of my success to because they helped me succeed in reading during elementary school.
From an early age I loved to read. At just two years old I would beg my mother to enroll me into school. I watched as my older sister meticulously picked out her outfit each night in preparation for the next school day. At such a young age I somehow knew that this thing called “school” was the answer to something spectacular. My home was chaotic and reading became an escape and helped distract me from the unpleasant family dynamic.