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My Memories Of Reading

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Some of my earliest memories are those of my mother and grandmother reading stories to me before bed. At three and four years old I loved the stories they would read. Being introduced to Dr. Seuss and Curious George instilled a love for these fictional worlds where strange and silly things happened. I read constantly during elementary school on into early high school where I began to fall in love with biographies and historical nonfiction. During this time I also began my complicated journey of learning to write. Writing was not as easy for me to enjoy, but eventually, I did find some joy in it. There were many things which happened between the age of 4 and 19 that made me the literate person I am today. The first time I remember learning to read was when my grandmother was reading “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?” I had heard this story dozens of times and new every word by heart. I began pretending to read this book by looking at the pictures and remembering what words went along with them, trying to impress my grandma, making her think I could read. Soon after this, my grandma bought me the Hooked on Phonics program that came with books and cassette tapes. I remember how amazing it felt being able to read things for myself and not have to ask others what a word said. This was the beginning of the excitement and enjoyment I had for reading. Once I learned to read, I would be finishing book after book, reading at home and during any downtime at school. I loved
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