How To Read And Write Autobiography

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 love of reading blossomed when I was a child, because my parents showed me how wonderful reading is. There were countless nights when I remember myself as a little girl refusing to go to sleep before ‘tucking dad into bed’ by reading him a picture book. Not only did I uphold that tradition though, but my mother is a preschool teacher, so she gets really into reading out loud, and she would help me read books such as The Boxcar Children set, The Secret of NIMH and The Chronicles of Narnia weekly until I didn’t need help anymore.

As I look back on my childhood, I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t fond of reading. I love the way a good book just draws you in and it is almost impossible to set it down because you want to know what happens next! Looking back to my earliest moments I can always remember my mom and grandma always reading me books for hours and hours at a time. My favorite saying when I was younger was, “just read one more!” I couldn’t go to sleep without my mom at least reading me five books! My favorite was “The Little Mermaid” but I loved all of the princess books and I had possibly every one you could think of!

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.

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

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

My dad started reading to me when I was around the age of four or five. I was specifically interested in the book How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight?. My dad read that to me probably every night for two months, until I could “read” it back to him. The reason “read” is in quotations is because I really only memorized the book and the order he would say the words, but looking back now, I think I give a lot of credit for that time in helping me stay ahead in my reading classes. Being able to recognize what certain words looked like helped me make new words and build sentences a little quicker than most kids my age.

I can somewhat relate to that because I rarely saw my father pick up a book and just start reading. He would sometimes read the paper to stay caught up on the news, but hardly ever did I see a book in his hand. I do however remember my mother reading quiet often. She would just sit on the couch with her cup of coffee and read for hours. Shoemaker stats that “when I was younger, both my father and mother were never home to neither entertain nor read to my brother and I” (348). That was completely opposite with my mother and I. She would read all types of books to me like The Hungry Caterpillar, Giving Tree, or Dr Seuss. I don’t have a lot of memory of when I first learned to read, but according to her I didn’t read well until the end if Kindergarten. On the other hand, I do remember her taking my brother and I to the public library where she let us check out a maximum of four books each. We would mostly check out nonfiction sports books like biographies of athletes such as: LeBron James, Vince Carter, Allen Iverson, Mark McGwire and many

My first memories of writing were an experience that I will never forget. They have been drilled into my head due to the repetitiveness of my tasks. Which in this case, is a good thing.

When my parents first started to read to me, I was not but a year old. They read to me every night, Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown. Goodnight Moon was my favorite bedtime story, and I probably could have recited the whole book word for word back then. It was a book made to lull small kids to sleep with the content of the book. Then, when I grew up a bit, they started reading the Magic Tree House books by Mary Pope Osborne to me. I loved those books because they were interesting and informational. I finally got to the point where I could read the Magic Tree House books by myself, so I read one every night before bed.

I do not think that my parents, especially my dad, had a great influence on me when it comes to reading. My mom, who loved to read, never could read because me and my little brother were so involve with sports so she did not have the time to read books. Later on our lives she started to read more books because I could drive myself from and to sporting events. My dad never liked to read and he still does not read anything unless it has something to do with sports. When I was a little kid I always wanted to do what my dad did. Since he did not read book, I thought why do I have to read books.

“How does Mom do this so easily?” I thought, flipping the pages of a thin children’s book. When my mother read to me, it seemed so smooth, so effortless. But these scribbles surrounding the brightly colored pictures meant nothing to me I knew that the letters my teacher had flashed before the class should arrange into these words, but I could not recall the symbols. As the rest of the class sounded out the letters, forming words, then sentences, it seemed my mind could not make the connection Anguished, I eavesdropped on another child reading aloud from the same sentence and memorized it. When the teacher came by, I recited the sentence perfectly, but I still could mot make sense of the sea of lines floating on the page. I continued this way for several weeks. I managed to memorize the contents of the class’s repertoire of beginning reader’s books, without reading the words. Every time it was read aloud, I would frantically try to remember what had been said.

Reading has been one of my favorite hobbies since I was a little child. I grew up as a normal child should grow and eventually I had to start learning for me to fit in society. My literacy started many years ago, after I knew how to talk and communicate with people. Reading my alphabet was quite stressful and I had to be given a hand by my family members. I remember my parents reading with me and it was the most meaningful and memorable way to spend time with me. This is because I liked reading a lot and I was eager to learn so that I could fit in with my older siblings. My favorite books were storybooks taking about adventures and fairytales

From what I am able to remember in my earlier childhood memories, my mother had sat me down and was teaching me the very basics of writing. We started with the simplest form, which was writing my name, it took some time to get the used to. After that, she assigned me more writing in the afternoons. She would ask me to write how my day had gone; she would then check it thoroughly for misspelling. Mostly those experiences were very unsatisfying because she would discipline me after I had the same misspelling countless times. Mostly it was like going to school twice a day. From the time, I would get up early for school, and then come home. I had to expect at least another 2 hours in my home. As time flew by and I got older, my mother focused

Hello, I am Tyler Tanap, I am currently fourteen years of age and I attend E.O Green JHS. I am the oldest child with a younger sister and I have been living in Port Hueneme for all my life. My father and grandfather have both served in the U.S Navy; my grandfather serving twenty-two years and my father serving eight years. My grandfather, grandmother, and mother all came from a third-world country. My grandparents were very poor used to work in rice fields in the Philippines lived off little money. My mother, however, came from the city of the Philippines but, still grew up around a poor environment. I live by the motto “Just Do It” as ‘trying’ is not enough but, by “doing it”, you will always give your full effort. My guidance to life has