My Love Of Reading

As a kid, I was always really shy and spent much of my free time reading books. In 4th grade, the teacher required that each month we read a certain amount of short stories or books and write a summary for each. I always completed the minimum requirement and read plenty extra books. Throughout the year, I always had the most stars next to my name for top reader, not because I wanted to collect as many gold stars as I could, but because I really enjoyed reading. I had my eyes glued to a book even when I was at home. I

The first thing I can remember about my writing was in 8th grade my English teacher inspired me to write. Not only about short stories but about my life if I didn't want to talk about my problems. I remember it so well, I was having a hard time with school and family issues were happening. My grades reflected that writing helped me a lot. I realized what I had to do, writing changed everything opened up more I felt better as a person my writing opened my eyes in a way. I did my work and efficiently. I don't like to read nearly as much as I like to write. I used to write a lot more about things I thought I was pretty good at writing short stories but then I just stopped

Ever since I was a little girl I would sing everywhere, in the bathroom, the car, at school, and at parties but my favorite spot has always been in the shower. I would never sing in front of my brother, he would always tease me about my voice. Being teased made me feel like I wasn't good enough. Because of that I stopped singing for a while. At that time, I didn’t know what to do singing had been part of my life even before I even came out the womb. I've been told my aunt would sing to me frequently. I felt completely at lost, I was unidentifiable with myself. I need music in my life.

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.

My experience with reading started as most do. I was exposed to the easy-readers that every little tot has seen. Obviously, I learned to read and write in kindergarten and beyond; I owe some thanks to the teachers of my early years. I was never much of a reader when I was a younger child. I read from time to time but never constantly. If I regret one thing from my childhood, it will be that I never read enough. In a sense, I have taken it upon myself now to compensate for the lack of literature in my life when I was a boy.

Personally, I’ve never been a heavy reader or writer. Books and I have a love-hate relationship , but reading has played an enormous role in making me the person I am today. Plus, It has given me a sizable vocabulary and helped me become an exceptional writer. Without all of the reading and writing I’ve done in my years I wouldn’t have the heft vocabulary and I wouldn’t have the enormous amount of knowledge that I have today. My earliest memory of reading books was when I was around 5 or 6 years old. I was sitting on my red beanbag reading a Caillou book, my favorite PBS character at the time. Although I couldn’t pronounce all of the words and I didn’t understand much of the book, the act of reading a book was one of the things I adored most

In the third grade I was one of the few kids who still wasn’t able to read. I remember very clearly being embarrassed whenever my teacher told us to go read when we were done with our work because all I could do was look at the pictures. Somehow, despite being a late bloomer, I developed a love for reading. That love quickly turned into a love of the english language as a whole, and gave me the intense desire to write. Since I can remember I’ve always loved writing, no matter what type it was. Academic, creative, fictitious or non fiction, I’ve always loved it. Though I still do spend a lot of my time procrastinating at the start of an essay, I’ve always been able to manage to get something out that I’ve felt at least mostly proud of.

In my younger years of elementary school, I would spend most of my free time writing. One of my teachers taught me how to cultivate my active imagination by turning my thoughts into stories. I filled up three notebooks with fictions by the time I was in 6th grade. After that year, I would only write occasionally until my passion was sparked again around 10th grade. Since then, I’ve been practicing improving both my creative and professional writing skills and wish to incorporate them as a large part of my career.

Writing has always been something I dread. It’s weird because I love talking and telling stories, but the moment I have to write it all down on paper, I become frantic. It’s almost as if a horse race just begun in my mind, with hundreds of horses, or words, running through my mind, unable to place them in chronological order. Because I struggle to form satisfying sentence structure, it takes me hours, sometimes even days, to write one paper. It’s not that I think I’m a “bad writer,” I just get discouraged easily. Needless to say, I don’t think highly of my writing skills. When I was little I loved to both read and write. I read just about any book I could get my hands on, and my journal was my go to for my daily adventures. Although it’s

At this point in my life I had already been a pretty avid reader. Even when I was a toddler I had attempted to read which was exposed through some home videos showing me pretending to read an upside down book. I blame this all on my mother. She was the reader of the family. Growing up she would always be reading around the house and I constantly wanted to be just as smart as her so I started reading, too. Slowly it became one of my favorite pastimes. It was always so amusing

Music is the reason I wake up each morning; it is the reason I go to school each day; it is what I spend all of my free time doing. Since my seventh grade, music has been my passion. My parents introduced me to the joy of music at a very young age, so music has always offered me the same everyday comforts as Blue Box mac and cheese. I have been exposed to many genres of music from Classical, to Pop, to Jazz, and many others.

I live and breathe music. Music is the reason that I wake each morning; it is the reason I go to school every day, and it is what I spend all of my free time doing. Since the seventh grade, music has been my passion. Because I was raised by parents who introduced me to the joy of music at a young age, music has always offered me great comfort like Blue Box mac and cheese. From an early age I was exposed to many genres of music from classical, to pop, to Jazz, and many others. Since I was an infant, my father shared his love of Mozart, Neil Diamond, and Billie Holiday. In addition to listening to music, I learned to play various instruments over the years beginning when I was four years old when I played “Mary Had a Little Lamb” on the largest pipe organ in Nevada. Unless you count the pots and pans drum set from our kitchen, this was my first experience playing a musical instrument.

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.

Since I was a child, I have always been captivated by reading and writing. It is mesmerizing how a well-written novel or essay can transport me to a different world where there are no limitations. The importance of reading and writing were also emphasized by my parents—who would always take my sister and me to the library every week, which in turn cultivated my love for literature. English is one of my favorite subjects because I enjoy writing analytical and persuasive essays, giving presentations, and reading both fiction and nonfiction books. English has also helped me figure out my strengths, which I can then apply to other English courses that I will take in the future.

Growing up, I remember my parents always reading a book or a magazine. Every night before bed, my parents would let me pick out a book and we would sit together and read. That was my favorite time of the day because as soon as I open a book I am brought into another dimension without even leaving my bed. The books I remember that I always loved that my parents would read to me, were the Dr.Seuss books. These books always took me on magical adventures. My love for reading continued to grow. I loved to reading about different adventures and I would imagine myself as the main character in these stories. Reading and writing can help people because they might be struggling with issues that are difficult to cope with. One of the writers that I relate to the most is Eudora Welty. She wrote a short essay called “One Writer’s Beginnings.” I share many similarities with her because both of our parents read to us when we were kids. Eudora Welty “is known for her eye for the telling detail and for her sophisticated sense of humor” (297). Another author that I can relate to is Richard Rodrigues who wrote the short essay called “The Lonely,Good Company of Books.” In his essay, it says, “Richard Rodrigues often writes about what, exactly, it means to be and American and his views against affirmative action and bilingual education have him a controversial figure in many circles.” Richard Rodrigues and I can relate because at some point in our