My Love For Reading

When we had our end of the day free time, I would sit with the teacher and another classmate as she taught them to read. Since I loved learning almost anything, I thought all my friends and classmates should too. On my birthday, I brought in my favorite book to read out loud to the class. The book was “Froggy 's First Kiss” by Jonathon London, and I was nervous. But, the class thought it was cool and almost everyone read a book to our class by the end of the year. Reading was all right after kindergarten and didn 't become really fun again until I got older and started reading historical fiction and non-fiction. I realized that my favorite thing to read was about people and/or events that may or may not have shaped our history. Since I started really enjoying reading historical books, social studies became one of my favorite subjects and helped out in school because I would enjoy almost all of my classes. Higher grades were a result of this too, even though I didn 't really like middle school and couldn 't wait to go to high school. When I finally took that journalism class, I was really excited to learn the writing style for magazines and newspapers. ESPN is on all the time in my room and I listen to and admire some of the people that host their shows, who are all sports journalists. Having your own talk show seems like an awesome job, like every guy 's dream, and that 's another reason I took the class. I didn 't get to be the

From childhood I did not love writing and did not put much effort into developing my writing skills. Although I used to hate writing, I did love reading from the moment I remember myself. I think the reason why I didn’t like writing is because I used to like just absorbing information rather than expressing my opinion about it on the paper. I believe that my mom was the one, who flourished in me love to books and reading. My mom is a doctor and she loves to read. She does not only read books connected with her profession, but also books that are not necessarily connected with medicine. When I was a child she used to read to me the story books. Most of my memories from

While my love for reading sprouted, I soon became obsessed with writing. My passion for reading only helped my writing skills to prosper. In fifth grade, I had a teacher who very well understood that reading and writing were important. Every day, we had a half an hour to write about whatever we wanted. Boy, my imagination ran wild. I often wrote fiction stories. My favorite part was when the teacher allowed us to share our stories with the whole class at the end of the week. This one activity really sparked the beginning of my love for writing.

In elementary school, I loved to read. Writing was not a big deal either due to the fact that we did not have to write four page essays. It was in first grade when I started to like reading. Reading has just been freshly introduced, considering we had only completed one year of school. My teacher always read to us and I wanted to read those books as well. Throughout elementary school I started to read Junie B. Jones books, which were my favorite. All of the books were about a first grade girl and her different adventures. I had always enjoyed reading those books. Each book had a different topic which I would always relate to in some way. Although I liked to read, I did struggle with reading comprehension which made me dislike writing as well. I hated having to read and then go and write about it. To this day, I still do not like reading comprehension, but my feelings toward reading and writing have changed.

Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.

As I grew into big and harder books, my love of reading increase. I loved reading so much that in second and third grade I had a stack of two to six chapter books on the top of my desk because I was reading them all at the same time. However, I never really could remember what was going on in the story.

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.

Although I was born in Mississippi, I moved to Florida and lived there for almost half of my life. Florida was a time in my life where life gave me lemons and it gave me lessons that I will forever be grateful for.

Growing up, I never was much into reading or writing. My mother was the writer in the family and I was always drawn more in visual expressions such as drawing and painting. It seemed easier for me to draw a picture of a cow then it was to write a description about one. I would attempt to write, as needed for school, but would usually end up getting lost in my own paragraphs and forgetting how to best finish my thoughts.

Ever since grade school, reading and writing have been forced upon me and many other students. Like some of my peers, I didn't enjoy having to read and write more than twice a day. Despite my long exposure to english and countless and enthusiastic approaches from my teachers, my love for english never grew. Perhaps my dislike for english began when reading and writing was more than a chore rather than a hobby. Since kindergarden, my teachers would read to us everyday until we learned how to read, then we would have to read quietly in class. These class and silent reading sessions were supposed to open our minds and help us explore the world of reading and writing to be more creative but this was not the case with me. My mind was more active during our math and science lessons but we would only have these for about an hour or less. Math and science require logical thinking and most of the time the results are very similar while english and writing are subjective and we can have different opinions on the same subject and still be correct. Personally I am more of a logical thinker than a creative one.

I love the fact that I belong to two different cultures, Mexican and American, and I enjoy reading books. The thought that these two completely different loves of mine would conflict with one another never crossed my mind, however they did. My beautiful Hispanic culture taught me how to say one word in two different languages, but it also made it difficult for me to pronounce certain words correctly or fully comprehend the reading. As a result, this confliction between culture and reading led me to despise both. After some time, I learned how to make these two important interests that I have work together, which not only restored my love for them but also led to me becoming a better reader and writer.

As a child, my interests were more focused on reading than writing. In elementary school I fell in love with books. Initially I read simple children’s books, much like everybody else in my class, but it did not take long for my passion to drive me to read more difficult writings. Fiction books quickly became a replacement for any childhood toys. Instead of blocks or stuffed animals I would ask my parents for books. Since they were aimed at young readers, they tended to be short. I found myself going through them within days, and then soon several hours. Towards the end of elementary school I was reading series like Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. I was captivated, and reading truly opened up a whole new world for me.

The time that my mother took to read to me constantly had a lot to do with my passion for reading to this day. I can get lost in a story much easier than I can a movie or t.v. show. Even though, I do love marathoning t.v. shows on Netflix, reading is my biggest passion. I have tons of books and book collections. I am often so involved with the book and the characters that when I finish the book I am sad, it is almost like a break up. I will even re-read the same book just because I loved it so much.

Throughout my entire student career, English Language and Literature has always been my favorite subject. The shelves in my bedroom are filled with books that I’ve read and reread ever since 7th grade, as I was an avid reader growing up and would buy a new novel almost every week for me to enjoy. Reading has always been a favorite hobby of mine because being completely captivated with a story and feeling as if you were experiencing the events in the book yourself is incredibly fascinating to me. Moreover, I always enjoyed English class in school because the books we would be assigned to read were always very interesting, and I loved to write my thoughts and feelings about them. In middle school I even dreamt about

When I was a child, my favorite book was Grover’s Book of Little Cute Baby Animals. I would ask my mother if she could read it to me every day. My parents thought that I enjoyed the book because I liked to read, but the real reason was that I adored the baby animals. Reading the book was tedious to me, but I loved looking at the pictures. All through elementary school and junior high, reading and writing were never my favorite subjects. I have always felt forced to read and write by my teachers, but I have never enjoyed them, because I have felt that the quality of my skills are low.