I Am Who They Are

* 5 – 7 years – Can write their first name as well as their second name and may begin to write simple stories, can write numbers and letters of the similar size. At 7 years, children are more competent in their writing skills and are now using capital and small letters.

It was nearly 2 a.m. on Saturday, April 3, 1999, and my parents were about to go to the hospital. Five years later my memory of that day hasn't faded. At thirteen and a half, I would soon become what I'd always dreamt of being: a big sister.

Unlike most people, I did not get to be a carefree child for long. Even though I always said that I could not wait to grow up, now I wish that it all did not happen so fast and early in my life. From eleven to twelve years old—that would be the period I describe as the time I had to put my big-girl pants on and face the real, cruel and unwelcoming adult world. In that time period, I can specifically pinpoint two major events that ended my childhood: my move from Russia to the United States and the birth of my baby sister Toma. To some those might not seem significant enough to change someone’s life to the extent that they changed mine; however those events molded me into the person I am today.

Many children learn these skills through songs as well as games that allow you to label colors to the sun, water, grass, tree trunk, tire, and various other everyday items that they will associate with a particular color

With one child I was supporting them whilst writing their own name. By the end of the activity they were all using a pencil and holding it effectively to form recognisable letters.

It was not until I reached kindergarten where I first learned how to write. Having parents that were not fluent in English and worked almost all day, I found school being the gateway to my academic success. Learning how to trace letters were the first steps to my literacy journey. Every morning, I would sit in my assigned seat where I had my very own box that contained my crayons. My first task was to trace my name on the paper with crayons, something that every kindergartner is anticipated to fulfill. I remember having so most trouble, everyone has trouble from time to time, but in my case it was all the time. Once the bell rang for recess, all the kids ran right past me to go play outside once they finished writing their name successfully. I was always the last one to go and my teacher, Mrs. Ross, would have to slowly spend more time with me, holding my hand and tracing my name so I could get the hang of it. I did not have the same help at home as I did in school. Unfortunately, my parents could not help me with any of my school work; I either had to be self taught or I had to turn to my teacher for assistance. “The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me.” (Hellen Keller) I can relate to this quote because my kindergarten teacher was someone who inspired and motivated me to go past all odds. Like Hellen Keller, meeting Mrs.

Teachers, who are aware of children becoming emergent writers, can better understand the amount of effort and concentration required. Teachers can appreciate the value of observing children’s early writing for evidence of children’s developing phonological knowledge of written language.

She started to write and she followed my instruction. I supported her in spelling and punctuation as well and I always reminded her capital letter after full stop. After 35 minutes she was

When she was seven years old Sarah walked two miles to school with an older neighbor girl. They had a boys and girls school. She learned to read, write and sew.

Jaelee can recognize her name when it is written down for example, she know her mail box and her cubie because her name is written on them. Jaelee can also tell what letters are in her name and can write her name. I have watched Jaelee write her name numerous times. She writes her E’s backwards and upside down. Once in a while she will add an extra letter at the end of her name, most of the time it is the letter A. Jaelee has told me that she likes to practice writing her name because it is the only thing she can write. In class Jaelee was showing me some of her art work that was hanging up on the wall. I had asked her how she knew that it was her art

On October 4, 1837 when Laura Bridgman was seven years old when started to attend Perkins School for the Blind in Boston, Massachusetts. The only way Laura Bridgman could ever learn anything was by her only senses her touch. Samuel G. Howe superintendent of the school had a special method which would help her education. he used" a spoon, for example -- and then ran her fingers over a label with raised letters that spelled spoon to her touch." Laura Bridgman began learning words and then backtracked and learn the alphabet and the numbers then eventually she learning how to read and write using grooved paper. She kept a journal with her and wrote down what she learned and her thoughts.

Just like many other children, I was taught to read and write by my parents. As far as I can remember, I was easily taught the alphabet and how to put words together. They got me letter blocks so I can put them

Writing in the past started in kindergarten. My teacher taught me how to write my name over and over until I could write it with no errors. All through elementary my teachers taught me

Four years old is by far one of the most interesting points of existence in the human lifetime. By four years into life, most have hopefully completed their transition out of infancy and toddlerhood and are now on their way to becoming fully functioning children. Despite this sudden growth in cognitive ability, however, most memories from this time period — in my personal experience — are foggy and difficult to recall. As a result, my only methods of journeying back to this era of my life are through the exploration of large, dust-covered photo albums tucked away in closets or attics. One of the relics of this age, carefully preserved behind a thin pocket of plastic and surrounded by images of birthday parties long forgotten, is a picture of me taken by my mother in the late summer of 2004.

My first memory of reading or writing was being taught the alphabet at the daycare I attended in my childhood. I was in the “butterfly room” which was for children going into kindergarten the following year. I have a similar memory of my mother teaching me to write my name when I was around that same age. At some point in the years following I learned to read on my own and became more proficient in writing.