My Love For Reading And Writing

Escaping from the severe reality of life helps a person get through their difficulties within life. Whether they have emotional or physical problems, or a person just needs a good story, reading can help a person explore new worlds through their imagination. I loved reading from a young age, and treasured the moments when my mother read to me. She helped me explore the unique worlds that authors try to portray through their writing.

“Literacy is a bridge from misery to hope.” -Kofi Annan. Literacy in my family tree will never be brought back to scholars or philosophers infact Many in my family have not seeked and further education and many have not even finished high school.my love for literacy has been placed into my heart by my sister.As a child my sister has always handed me book after book each one with a smile on her face.

I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in work—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality … —what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

The first time I realized I enjoyed writing was when I read the book Coach Carter by Jasmine Jones. I know it sounds a little strange that I found out I enjoyed writing through reading, but in my mind it all makes sense. Reading allows individuals to see into other peoples lives and envision what they are living. Although I enjoy writing it was not something I was naturally very good at. However, as of right now I plan on trying my hardest to take the rules I have learned over time to apply to my writing to help improve it, along with any corrective criticism I can get. Something I find comfort in though is the idea that everybody has to start somewhere, and no matter where you start there is room for improvement and no one is perfect.

Literature is a timeless gift that has been passed through generations. 26 letters align to create simple words, words combine to form sentences, sentences build pages of imaginary worlds in which you lose yourself- the boundaries are limitless. Reading improves your vocabulary, writing technique, and comprehension. Reading is enjoyable; it takes away the stress of your daily life, if only for a few minutes. Most importantly, reading is relatable. Everlasting themes are displayed and exemplified through entertaining anecdotes. Stories provide counseling and support during hard times, make you smile when you’re upset, and allow you to decompress when you’re stressed. They cause you to connect with people- real or imaginary-and relate your

Reading and writing is a significant component of life; in fact, an enormous amount of people benefit from the ability to read and write. Books may either express a story or may enlighten a person on a certain subject; just as, writing gives people the ability to express their feelings or write a story for entertainment. Likewise, there are numberless ways reading and writing can either express feeling or generate hours of entertainment. Writing is a way I keep myself busy when I have something on my mind. In addition, reading and writing has impacted my life by helping to improve my speech, expanding my knowledge, allowing me read the letters I received from my grandparents and write them back and providing countless hours of entertainment.

For as long as I can remember, I loved to read. There was never a distinct moment that clicked. Never did I see reading as a requirement; more so a desire. My desire to read paved the way for my need to tell my own stories. Aside from the stories I read, the ones I created brought a sense of satisfaction that I could never find elsewhere. My love for reading and writing is like the need for one to consume food and liquids to keep their body both nourished and hydrated. It’s a necessity! When I read or wrote, I craved peace and the need to escape into the world of endless possibilities. A place I can venture with no responsibilities and no worries. As I got older, my need to open a book and read, or write a story came natural. I was free!

Life as a teenager today can be very stressful and sometimes intense. One must reflect to outweigh these crazy times with special moments and special people. Being a team member in many Pine Richland High School Band programs has allowed me to dive in and move forward sharing my love for music and touching the lives of others.

My life has always been boring. It’s always been the same things again and again, but without my music, family, friends, and my daydreaming, I would never have a chance to at least try overcome my problems such as social anxiety. Without those things I probably wouldn’t be able to do things like die my hair wacky colors.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had an incredible love for animals and been extremely compassionate towards them. It didn’t matter if it was a cat or a mouse, I always had the urge to pet and hug them. What I never thought about was the relationship between the food I was eating and animals. Growing up in a Mexican household, food was always very important, but mostly all of the popular dishes that I grew up eating contained animal products. Something that I would later come to realize is that I was actually consuming animals, and that did not sit right with me, so I had to make the conscious decision and put an end to it.

Granddad I blame you, I blame you for everything that had happened to our family year. I blame you for all the heartbreak and the tears that my family had cried. You were supposed to be the “head” of our family but, no you let me down, you let every family member down. I have been holding in these feelings for years but you are getting older and so am I. I’m trying to forgive you. I want to forgive you, but first I need to explain to you what you did to me.

As I kid, I always loved to read and write. Reading provided me with another world to escape from my own. There was an exact beginning and an end. Books were a comfort because it was something no one had control over what I chose. I got to choose what type of book I read. I loved writing, because it gave me a chance to create this world. I got to create my own fantasy. As I grew up, not only were reading and writing a way to escape the pressures of the world, but it also became a comfort like an old friend who you have not seen in a long time, but it feels like they never left. The power of reading and writing, I believed, could significantly change a person’s outlook on life. So, I read to become someone else and learn about life. I read to explore the world. I wrote to create new places to escape to. I wrote to implement scenarios that I wished existed. I read and write to be free.

Growing up I can remember our house always being enveloped by music. Every holiday we had music playing, during summer mornings and weekends our house was woken up the thumping of a drum or the soft string of a guitar. It engulfed our ears with its voice. I can recall a time when I was much younger where under our television was an elephant of a stereo that roared aggressively like a lion when played. I felt as though my heart was going to explode with each beat a song made, it was the best feeling I had ever had. Mother always told me about her time as a child playing the clarinet, “Oh, I loved it” she would exclaim then with a smirk she’d add, “I was very good at it too”. You could see her love of music like it was her makeup. I’d always found music to be fascinating, always wondering how it could make such a thundering, glass shattering sound, then become as gentle as a kitten's purr. Music, when it reached my ears was pure joy, the beats to each instrument meticulously planned out by the artist. The variety of music was even more interesting than the different tempos it could be played at, a genre for every quinquagenarian a new artist for every song you would hear. It was constantly changing, which is why I think I loved it so much, it reminded me of myself.

I am four years old and my father is walking towards me holding a book. He has dark brown hair with gray streaks and blue eyes. He is wearing blue scrubs, as he usually does, because he happens to be an electrophysiologist (a type of doctor that fixes heart rhythms). He picks me up, sits down, and places me in his lap. He begins to read Dr. Seuss’s Green Eggs and Ham to me, giving each character their own voice (which he did with every book that he read to me) as I look at the colorful pages. I later found out that he changed one of the lines to avoid upsetting me. He replaced “I do not like that Sam-I-am” with “I do love that Sam-I-am.” What he did caused me to feel special, which is one of the reasons that I love to read today.

Throughout most of my life I have had one consistent goal; to become a veterinarian. I have had a continuous and solid passion for animals in all respects. This passion and love has fueled my in striving to achieve the dreams I have for myself after high school. The beginning of this story begins long before high school though.