My Favorite Memories Of Reading

My earliest reading memory was when I was five with the little golden book series. I loved getting new books and reading them. But most of all I loved when my mother read to me so I could look at the pictures as my imagination went wild with stories about Jack climbing up the beanstalk or a king searching a kingdom for a worthy princess.

This was really the start o me enjoying books and wanting to read more. My mom and sister were always readers in my family and would sometimes show me books they were reading to see if they would interest me. I never took alot of interest back then but some books my mom and sister showed me that did interest me were the shining by Stephen King and kiss the girls by James

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.

Some of my earliest memories of reading and writing took place in preschool. My former teacher, Mrs. Williams always made reading a fun and new experience which helped encourage us to read. I remember always being excited to read a new book as if I were embarking on a new adventure. My mother also encouraged me to read by reading to my brother and I at bedtime. She also gave us plenty of genres to choose from. Even though my dad did not reach much, my mom was very much interested in books about British crime mysteries. My brother, on the other hand, read anime’ comics and video game instruction pamphlets. Although reading has not been my strongest subject, the subject has always been part of my life.

Now that I am older I honestly can say that I have a love and hate relationship with reading. When I was in elementary school I’ve had the opportunity to read Diary of a Wimpy Kid which always made me laugh. A book that will always stick in my head is The boy in the stripped Pajamas. It was so heartbreaking so see the way Jews were treated. It was also upsetting to see how Shmuel and Bruno had to lose their lives. I loved reading books in elementary school because most of the books had a comedy theme to them.

First grade, after a long day of school and learning what the deal was with shapes, I come home and get to watch TV, no homework or worries (first graders with homework? Yeah right) then I eat dinner, and get ready for bed. My parents tuck me in and begin to read me a story from my favorite author at the time. Dr. Seuss. The rhyming and the pictures and the one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. How does he come up with this stuff? Pure genius. Even after my parents turn off my room light, I sneak some light from my game boy and read more because I just can’t wait for the next night to read again. These were my first memories of reading and ever since then I try and recapture the feeling of pure bliss I had when I first heard my parents read to me just before bedtime.

When I was a child I loved being read to, it was my absolute favorite. My mom likes to remind me that I would often pull a book from the shelf and take it to the nearest person for an impromptu story time. I was about four when I shut down another kid for interrupting story time by asking him: “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Once I learned

Like many of us, my literacy began before I was even literate. This inspired me to enjoy literacy as much as I could at the time. During this period of my life, I simply was

My earliest reading moments we're listening to Television and cartoons. I’m not sure if that counts as reading but I was learning words at that time well hearing the words. I do remember reading books like Junie B. Jones and If you give a moose a muffin.Beginning my kindergarten year, I only read books that had pictures in it, that was the only way to keep my attention. Young at that age I was thinking why read the books if you can just scan through the pages with pictures and get the

I learned to read very young. My Grandma was an aspiring author and created a simple learn to read system called “The Look Book”. I loved the ability to read so young. I was a little celebrity in my mom’s group of friends, they would watch her quiz me in awe of my reading comprehension skills when I was just three years old. Someone even contacted my mom about sending me to a special school for gifted children. I wonder how different I would be now if I were sent there; Maybe my math skills would be fantastic. Reading taught me what an escape was at a very young age. The best feeling in the world from a toddler’s perspective is shutting the door and being able to curl up inside my cold sheets for hours, only hearing the sound of the turning page. The ability to visualize the story as if a movie is being played in your head. Reading was my escape. Reading made me feel safe.

The memory of reading for me started in third grade. My third grade teacher was Mrs. Freedman and she encouraged us to read in class and at home. We (the class) would take trips to the library to check out books to take home each week and we received a prize, if we could read at least five books a week. Now that prize was only a piece of candy, but that is all it took to persuade me to read. I believed I truly enjoyed reading until I move to fourth grade

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 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.