My Love 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.

Overtime this helped to enhance my imagination for reading. Another thing our teacher did was present us with books as Christmas gifts. I remember my book was called “A Mouse House.” Inside she wrote that I was an excellent reader and said if we all came back over the holidays being able to read our books we could read anything we wanted. I believed her and practiced my book throughout winter break. She had given me hope for learning.

“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 wanna start this essay by first defining what is reading and writing is ,everyone could agree that reading is a process where the student get meanings from everything that they see around.Writing is basically your free choice of words.I was in Preschool when i first realize that i love reading and writing.I remember my mother walking me to my class and me not knowing that i would be walking out with knowledge to read and write.My Preschool teacher named was Ms.Newman and she was a very artistic teacher and she would express herself through her clothes.she would have different colorful words on her walls that each letter in the alphabet had a picture to represent it.she would wear

Reading and writing have always been apart of me. From childhood to now. It was just something that my parents instilled in me. I knew how to read basic books and write before I even started pre-school. My parents made it a priority for me to read and write growing up, and the more I read, the fonder I was of it. I will read any type of literature, as long as it peaks my interest. I prefer romance and mysteries, but I try to be diverse when it comes to what I read. I want to make sure I get something out of the books I read, whether or not it is learning something knew about the world or myself, or looking at things in a new way.

Reading and writing are two of the first things we learn when were in a school and that when I realized that I and reading/writing have a long relationship. I remember my mother walking me to my class and me not knowing that I would be walking out with knowledge to read and write. My Preschool teacher named was Ms. Newman and she was a very artistic teacher and would often express herself through her clothes, she would have different colorful words on her walls that each letter in the alphabet had a picture to represent it. She would wear different color sweaters that would have a bunch words on them and she would tell a bunch of short stories and it really had me excited to read. I instantly wanted to read anything I put my hand on! Often, I would read the cartoons, comics in the newspaper every Sunday and I felt so smart reading it.In class, We would spilt into groups and talk about how we felt about the story, Ms. Newman would have read to us. As the year progressed, we would cut out letters, magazines, and newspapers etc. and put them in our journal. This is how my love for reading and writing all begin.

I am not gluttonous reader, but a passive English student who finds the process of reading and writing to be a pain.Weeks at a stretch where I don’t flip a page is uncommon. Insufficient amounts of reading aggravates my writing ability, making me incompetent, and taking a toll on my confidence. Thus, I credit myself as an intermediate level English student because of how much interest I have and the content I choose to read. After all, interest sparks motivation, and without any motivation hinders me from paying attention to the book, hence I’m unable to follow the storyline. When deficient in inspiration, I’m restrained from writing passionately. Furthermore, my interest plays a role into choosing a content I enjoy reading. Not all texts are equally challenging so the content of my choice can pose as a barrier to growth.

I wanna start this essay by first define what is reading and writing is ,everyone could agree that reading is a process where the student get meanings from everything that they see around.Writing is basically your free choice of words.I was in Preschool when i first realize that i love reading and writing.I remember my mom walking to my class and me not knowing that i would be walking out with knowledge to read and write.My Preschool teacher Ms.Newman was a artistic teacher and she would express herself through her clothes.she would have colorful words on her walls that each letter in the alphabet had a picture to represent it.she would wear different colors sweaters that would have a bunch words on them and she would read to us as a class and it had me really excited to read.I instantly wanted to read anything i put my hand on!Often, I would read the cartoons comics in the newspaper every Sunday and I felt so smart reading it.In class,We would spilt into groups and talk about how we felt about the story Ms.Newman read to us.As the year progressed, we would cut out letters,magazines,and newspapers etc and put them in our journal.This is how my love for reading and writing all begin.

What makes music so incredible, for me, is how music is able to reach anyone and everyone on some, emotional level. One song can easily conjure nostalgia, while another song can bring someone to tears. This emotional connection allows music to act as a universal language that can bring people of any nationality together. The collaboration of identities and cultures through music is something that I am passionate about and can contribute to informatics.

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.

Piles of books were being displayed on the front lawn and being sold for ten cents for anyone at the garage sale. At the age of nine instead of running towards the dolls, I ran to the books. While my mother spent time looking around, I rummaged through the books to find any book that peaked my interested. From that moment and on, my love for books grew. Many of my fondest memories is going to garage sales or even if my parents wanted to spoil me, a book store. During my middle school years, I began writing fantasy romance short stories in my journals. Once my parents can afford a desktop, I had pages of pages of these stories. My relationship with writing has always been there for me to explore all the ideas of a dystopian world. It was an outlet for me for a very long time and also if I did not like the ending to one of the books I read, I would rewrite it to alter it to my liking. Throughout my high school career, I have taken honor classes and enjoyed the tasks that were given to me. Literature was not only a subject that was mandatory and dull but a way to challenge my perspective. Also to learn not only different worlds that were created from the stories but to understand those that wrote it.

Imagine having the power to go anywhere at any time and any place. To be able to see the world through anybody’s perspective and experience the unimaginable. That’s what I thought reading was like. In one second I could be sitting in my living room and in the next I would be in the magical world of Harry Potter. I absolutely loved reading. I would bring a book everywhere I went whether it be on a vacation or a quick trip to the grocery store. Occasionally, I would write stories or in my journal, but writing simply never compared to my passion for reading.

When I was a little girl I loved to write, because my father would give me silly little writing prompts and I would write short paragraphs of made up scenarios. My father really encouraged my writing at an early age, but as I grew older I realized that I struggled with it a lot. I can remember my very first personal journal. The content I would write was so underdeveloped, because I was so young, but I didn’t care at the time. As I grew older, I became fond of roleplaying online on websites or in video games such as World of Warcraft. I continued to roleplay through high school at the same time trying to do the school work my teachers were giving me. My teachers knew I was struggling and didn’t take much interest in helping me. When I first started college, my skills were not up to par. Some things were good and others not so much, but at the end of the day everything that has happened to me has made me the writer I am today.

Elementary was a hard time for me because I was an Asian with big eyes. I did not have many friends, so I spent my time during recess indoors reading “Harry Potter”, “Judy B. Jones”, and “Goosebumps”. Everyone loved reading, mainly because we can read any book we want to. Reading time was where I can indulge myself into my own imagination. I think I read almost half of the small book collection my teacher had in her room because I really enjoyed reading. I always pictured myself being Judy in “Judy B. Jones”. Looking back now, I can still see what made me love to read. Reading was my escape from reality of loneliness. Reading was all fun and games until I graduated from elementary and moved up onto middle school.

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.