I Am My Love For Reading

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.

Despite the growing power and spread of the Internet, there are still some reasons that I often prefer to read books. As a growing adult I have really become more interested in self help books and books that teachers have written that are really connectable to my daily experience within life. I find that this experience in finding these types of books really help me to have great experience with reading and really enjoy reading. The only aspect of reading or bad memory that I can remember about reading is during high school when I was forced to read books that I did not like and did not enjoy. I found that I would not read the book and this made me a “bad” reader within the eyes of the curriculum. After that point in high school I gave up on reading until coming to Denver Colorado where my teachers inspired me with teacher information and reading classes where I really got to establish myself as a reader and a writer.

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

At this point in my life, reading would definitely not make a list of my favorite things to do, but this wasn’t always the case. Some of my youngest memories involve reading, and many of these memories are enjoyable. Every night before bed my mom would read to me, and I remember begging to read just one more before she tucked me in almost every night. This is when my love for reading sparked. Throughout grade school, I continued to read frequently and never found it to be a chore; however, once middle school hit I no longer included reading as a past time or found it pleasurable. Looking back now I realize this was when English class included more forced literature, and school consisted of reading extensive pages in textbooks. Reading

My earliest recollections about reading and writing were very enjoyable for me. Reading had a huge impact on my life. In a way, I guess you could even say that some of these experiences made me as literate and knowledgeable as I am today. It was the first time in my life that I can truly remember feeling genuinely good about myself.

Although I was born in Mississippi, I moved to Florida and lived there for almost half of my life. Florida was a time in my life where life gave me lemons and it gave me lessons that I will forever be grateful for.

Growing up reading and writing has always been a strength for me. I loved to read and I have always been intrigued by writing poems, short stories, and even my own songs. I remember being the only one in my neighborhood inside because I wanted to read instead of playing outside all day. Reading has opened my mind and imagination to see things in a more creative light. Regardless of your situation in life, reading can give you an escape from the realities we face every day. I remember coming home from having a bad day and opening a book; I would forget everything else around me. It was like I was drowned in another world when I was reading, that’s how real it felt to me. When I got in my teenage years I started to read less. This was detrimental for me because my love for reading had many positive impacts on me. Reading gave me a reason to teach others, kept me out of trouble, and gave me a special meaning to my life.

As a child, I really missed out on the reading and writing train. Being raised in a house with a mother who loved literature and would read often in her free time, my father on the other hand, probably has still to this day never picked up a book in his life. Growing up, my little brother and I spent most of our time with my dad so we never learned the true art of reading and writing. Throughout high school, I spent most of my time in the pool or glued to my phone which left me still oblivious to the world of reading and writing. My life was altered my senior year and I began to cling to reading and writing as a way to escape.

My first prominent memory of reading happened in second grade. I remember receiving a reading anthology book and being able to read the stories. I can remember the thrill of having this ability to not only see the letters, but know that they made words and understood what they meant. This did not begin my love of reading but my ability to read. My love of reading had been modeled for me from birth. My mother had always been an avid reader in the

Literature has always been in my life. As a baby, I was read to and loved books. As I got older and went into school, books were used to teach or were for enjoyment. Many of my teachers would have us read books that would teach us something, or a book they believed we would enjoy. My school did AR tests, which encouraged and fostered a love of reading in me. In my primary school, there was no limit on what you could read and I took full advantage of it. When I

The earliest memory of reading I am able to think of, was in my pre-school reading as a class. “Green Eggs And Ham” by Dr. Seuss was the book that started the whole comprehensive level. The book made have wonderful joyful feeling inside. As my teacher was reading the book, her assistant teacher was actually making green eggs and ham. At the time my reaction was amazed, thinking “oh wow they’re actually real green eggs and ham”; not knowing about food coloring. The class was disgusted before they took the first bite, but soon after the first bite they all wanted seconds. During this time in my life I never was influenced to read, only read during school activities and time but the more I went to school it increased to be fun .As time went on , I slowly started to not feel interested in reading.

As a young child, my mother I didn’t have time to read to my brother and me. She was a single mother that had to work long hours to support us. Even though most of my early reading encounters were with my grandmother and babysitter my mother made sure we were reading. My grandmother would gather all the grandchildren together and read the bible to us. Before she would start she would say “This is will always be your foundation so remember these words.” Mrs. Shaw was the best babysitter any child could ask for. I appreciate her for introducing me to old school rhythm and blues music. She would read about all the old greats. Mrs. Shaw is the reason I have a passion for music. Now that I am a parent, it gives me great pleasure to read to my kids daily. We read anything that catches their attention. Their favorite books are books with interesting covers. My love for reading has changed over the years. I’m more interested in sports magazines, self-motivation books, autobiographies, and cooking books. New and upcoming authors seem to catch my eyes nowadays. A local author by the name of Dyphia Blount keeps me interested in reading. Her work is exceptional. Most of the books I’m interested in reading are available on Audiobooks, but I am not a big fan of them. I have a difficult time staying focused while listening to Audiobooks.

As I entered my teens, I read constantly. In the winter I could be found wrapped up in a blanket or two, with several pairs of socks on, sitting by the fireplace. I loved to read and as soon as I finished my homework, I’d assume my position and read for hours. One of the most memorable things about these fireside readings was that I was reading on my Nook, which held all my books and a store for me to find, sample, and buy more. The Nook probably inspired me to read more than anything else had because it held my wishlist and suggested books to me that I actually liked (not like when a teacher suggests a book and you act excited to read it but only read one page and return it to the library the next day).

The time that my mother took to read to me constantly had a lot to do with my passion for reading to this day. I can get lost in a story much easier than I can a movie or t.v. show. Even though, I do love marathoning t.v. shows on Netflix, reading is my biggest passion. I have tons of books and book collections. I am often so involved with the book and the characters that when I finish the book I am sad, it is almost like a break up. I will even re-read the same book just because I loved it so much.

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.