My Favorite Memories Of Reading

Over the years while in high school I never understood the big idea of reading, and the significance it has in education. If I could go back in time I would tell

The reason why reading is one of my values is because I love it and it helps expand your vocabulary. Reading for me is like watching TV in your head but you get to decide what things look like and what people look like, or how you interpreted it, no one could think you or see the exact same image you do. My mom taking me to library almost three times a week when i was younger is what has helped shaped me into loving to read. Most kids would go to the library to play on the computer while I would go to the library to read, the thought would never have even crossed my mind about playing on the computer because i was so in love with reading. I think reading is an amazing thing to do as long as you can find the right book to

From a young age, I have always been taught to understand the value of education and learning. Reading and writing have been emphasized to me as tools for success, that should always be constantly improved, for as long as I can remember.

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.

My mother taught me how to read at a young age. She read to me before I could read which helped me learn new words and develop a basic understanding of literature at an early age. When it came time for me to attend elementary school, I remember heading to the library quite often. Books were organized based on what was thought to be the appropriate reading material for that grade level. I often found myself wandering down the isles with the older kids. I’m so grateful my mother encouraged reading as much as she did. If she hadn’t, it’s very possible I could have struggled with reading. If this were true, I wouldn’t have learned as much as I did, or had the desire to read, which is very important in order to become as advanced in literature as possible.

I first understood reading was important when I had to take a reading test in elementary. I was told the test would determine whether I would move on to the next grade level. That was when I realized I had to take reading important. I didn’t like having to read 4 different stories, but I knew I had to try my best to pass. The test results took forever to come in which made it even scarier. Once my teacher told me I had passed I felt a huge relief. Ever since I have never doubted the importance of reading.

I agree with Quindlen mostly because if I would have not seen my parents read, then probably reading would not have interested me. I love reading, and my parents do too. A clear childhood memory that I have from my dad is reading the newspaper every day. I do not agree with Ms. Paterson because if my parents have not encourage me to read, then I would have not found how wonderful it is. Every time my parents are in their spare time I always found them reading either a soccer magazine or an accountant book. I related with Quindlen because my mom used to read me bedtime stories and I remembered knowing all the stories by memory. I also feel a great connection with the author because she believes that rereading is what help you become a better

My earliest memory of literacy is being in kindergarten. Sitting in front of my teacher listening to her read to the class. From that point on I have been reading anything I can get my hands on, sports-related materials or just world news. I think literacy plays an important part of everyday living. My sister is 10 years older than myself (I am 39) and she is a teacher, so she played a huge role in teaching me the importance of being literate. I can still remember my elementary days when she was in highschool and would practice her teaching skills with me. Once I grew older I understood how important reading and writing was in order to be able to function in and out of school. The very first time I came home to visit during my freshman year

Before I began elementary school, I enjoyed reading picture books, the touch and feel books and pop-up books. I loved the author Dr. Suess, because he was funny and because I loved the rhyming he did in his writing. I can remember before bed, my mom or dad would read to me until I got old enough to read myself. My mom has always enjoyed reading, if she is not reading a book, then she is reading a recipe or a magazine. My dad on the other hand, I have only seen him read one book, besides reading manuals for his tools. Reading was not a big deal in my house, all of us kids were told that we needed to read, but they did not force us to read. This brings me to Richard Rodriguez’s essay, in his household reading was not as important, but once he got to school, he realized that reading is one of the main activities. I can relate to Rodriguez because in either one of our households we weren’t told that we had to read before we did something else. Once I got to elementary school is when I realized that reading was not for me. Before school, I enjoyed reading, then once I began elementary school, I was forced to read, take tests over books, and read out loud in front of the class which made reading a chore.

I’ve always been an avid reader. When I was in elementary school, my mother would take my brother and I to the library every week to pick out books. I would take the books to school and read them all in one day. I loved reading so much that my teachers would call home and tell my parents that I was reading my library books during class instead of my textbooks. Reading has always been a major part of my life. I used to aspire to become an author. I even wanted to become an editor at one point. I used to make daily household newspapers and magazines for my entire family to read and enjoy. My strong love for reading certainly came in handy during my freshman year of high school.

After taking the literacy survey I asked my dad why he thought reading was important. He gave me a look that said I’ve told you this a million times and said, “Reading is the key to success.” This is a common truth. However, the real question is, if reading is so necessary, then what can I do to master it. After twenty-one years of life I cannot say that I know all there is to know about reading and writing, but I can say that through my experiences I have learned to love reading and it has made all the difference.

Many of us go through our everyday lives not realizing the many things that have built us to become who we are today. We were blessed enough to grow up in a well-educated society, where we are constantly growing and bettering ourselves. We have taken this education or more so our “foundation” and utilized it to help build ourselves. Reading is one of the most substantial learning blocks, it’s something that we use in our everyday lives that help us reach our maximum potential in life.

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

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.