My Book : My Favorite Thing To Do?

My teacher one time gave me a story I had to write about and story that my teacher gave me was the story about the “The Girl in The Tree” and it was a really good story and when I wrote it it was pretty long but really confusing on what I should say in the story when I just got done reading the story.

I feel like the topic that was written in this short story was good to write about because even through I am not the best of a writing either and don’t really like to write as much. That doesn’t mean you have to give up or hand in any kind of paper. Its always best to get better at

Some of the oldest and fondest memories I have from my childhood are those of my mother reading to me. Before I even began Kindergarten, I remember my mom reading stories to me from children’s books, or making up stories as she went along. I enjoyed listening to the stories and still remember some to this day. She also taught me how to write my name, count, and recite the alphabet. I loved the time I spent reading with my mom because she made it fun, so much so that I didn’t realize I was learning.

I have always loved to write, and it became even more evident when I entered elementary school. I quickly befriended a girl named Beth, who lived just down the road from me. One afternoon that I remember in particular was in the middle of the summer. She and I were set to write a book. We had read countless storybooks on our own, and we could not see why we could not write one too. We sat down with a notebook and two pencils, and we were set to go.

I’ve always enjoyed making up stories or little scenarios in my mind , but I’ve never really shared them with anybody. This year I had an open class period and decided to take 10 minutes of courage and sign up or it. I had no idea that Mr. Buhrman, the previous English teacher, would make us share our writings. When he told us we would share the next piece that we wrote in a group, I was beyond nervous because I had never shared my writing with anyone. I spent a lot of time writing it and rewriting it to make sure

When we were required to read books for school, other classmates complained about it, but it was one of my favorite parts of class. Even though I didn’t always like the books, I liked to read books that I wouldn’t have picked out to read. I liked being surprised when I enjoyed a book that I didn’t think I would like.

Today, I’m writing about growing up. I recently moved in to my grandparents’ house. I spent summer vacation here, every year, so a lot of my old toys are here. Just a few weeks ago, my grandmother wanted me to go through two boxes of stuffed animals. She was originally just going to put them all in storage, but most of my things were in boxes and she thought it might help me cope with the move to keep some with me.

“Superman and Me” by Sherman Alexie first appeared in “The Most Wonderful Books: Writers on Discovering the pleasures of Reading.” Sherman Alexie is a well-known Native American writer that publishes short stories, novels, and poetry. Out of the three narratives, I found myself connect with this story more than the others. Alexie tells us about his childhood as an Indian boy that grew up on the Reservation. His father was a big reader so as a kid he’s always had an interest in books and eventually it became a passion. As he advanced in reading at an early age, peers would have difficulty with the content that he’s already achieved. Other kids would frown upon him because it was out of the ordinary for an Indian to be smart. Children on the Reservation were expected to be unsuccessful, but Alexie refused to let himself fail. Throughout his obstacles in life, he ended up becoming a writer and now, visits the Reservation to make sure children get as much education as possible. Reading saved his life and he believed it could save theirs as well. Sherman Alexie uses multiple techniques throughout his narrative to inform the audience about how he saved his life through literacy by tieing in his personal perspectives.

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.

After hearing about how we got to write about our story I got kinda nervous, I feel like the story I have is kinda personal but I feel good knowing that I get to express it with someone else or something else other than my mind. I feel like I can relate with The Glass Castle and even though it won't be the exact story Jeanette Wells told it will still have meaning and similarities in the hardship of the story. I’m going to write about my childhood and how i grew up hard with my mom and how the experience made me better.

One time she decided she was going to write a kind of book. It is going to be a small book, but it was still going to be a book. Most days after school, and when she wasn’t playing with the yellow monkey, she would sit out in her playhouse. She had a nice playhouse in the backyard with a window seat and plenty of light in there. It was warm in the spring

My book Gathering Blue by Lois Lowry was really boring. Throughout the whole book there were a couple of big moments. The only time that I was surprised was when her dad came back. The ending of the book was the worst ending in the world. Who would want to stay in a community where they torture talented people? Especially when your only parent is asking you to come and live with them. This whole community was being bad to talented people, and she chose to stay.

I was in second grade and we were at the library. I had some extra time because my sister was playing in the ship that I thought I was too good for. I wandering in the nonfiction section and I found the shelves filled with books about countries. I was excited and decided to check out thirteen. We were in the car driving to Vermont and I was reading one of them. I was “really bored” because I had accidentally checked out a book from the “wrong publisher.” (Now I realize it was probably just the different names for the same company over time.) I finished about an hour before we arrived and so I was excited that I could read something else.

I set down my computer not knowing what to write about. It was almost time for school and I was exhausted. I looked at the alarm clock it was 6:30 a.m. Just then my mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Time to get up Spencer. It’s the last day of school for you, before we move to Malibu. How long have you been awake?” I thought for a moment. “About an hour, but I can explain. I needed to think of ideas for the book I’m writing.” I said. She looked at me with rage, “Spencer! A growing girl needs a lot of sleep!” I stood up from my desk, and went to my dresser. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said as my mom walked out of the room. I opened my top dresser drawer, and pulled out a white tank top with black polka dots in it. As I put my new shirt

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