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
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.
I have memories of using literacy all the way back to when I was a toddler to now. Reading and writing always came easy to me as little kid from what I can remember. My earliest memories of reading would be from when I was very young, possibly still a toddler or a tad bit older. Every night before bed, my mom and I would sit in my bed, she would read to me. We read Bible stories from the children’s Bible, Goodnight Moon, Cat in the Hat and many other children’s books. That was my favorite part about bedtime when I was little. Although she was reading to me, and all I was doing was listening and wanting to look at the pictures, her reading to me every night was a huge influence for me and was what made me want to learn how to read. I would without
Last week we wrote a blog and one of the questions was “How did you learn to read and write?” I found this question interesting because I never had really thought about the moment when I actually learned how to read and write. My mom was the first person to expose me to reading and writing. A popular tactic she did to make sure I was staying engaged was to read aloud stories and make me follow along with her. My mom would read me many different stories like Tarzan, Bambi, Aladdin, Peter Pan, Lion King, The Jungle Book, and Hercules. whatever I wanted to listen and follow along with, she would read with me. This really helped with my want to read. The books contained a lot of adventure, which made it easy as a kid to follow along with. I became to gain an imagination and then all of a sudden reading was easier.
In all honesty, I don't remember a lot about becoming literate. I didn't have a special moment or time when I knew that reading or writing going to take me somewhere. According to my mom she started to read to me when I was one, so there wasn't anything that could've excelled me much farther before going into kindergarten. One of the requirements in elementary school was to read every night which I believe was an important factor of me improving my literacy. Reading and writing used to me excite me because I would immerse myself into a book or write a whole new universe on a page. I made reading and writing something personal to me. I now realize that every book and every piece of writing can be worthwhile in one way or another.
In elementary school, I started out by reading small books with mostly pictures and spelling. Throughout these first five years of school, I had to keep a reading log. Every Monday I would go to the library and pick out a book that was in my grade section and
Almost everyone remembers there first book, just as much as they would remember there first car. Everyone starts somewhere, it could be a late start of an early start. I started reading when I was five years old, my first book was a Dictionary. People find it odd that the Dictionary was my first book because, it was the center point in which people could find almost every word in the English language. Knowing that made me want to read it, or at least attempt to read it. My first time picking it up I was able to feel how heavy all the knowledge the book had, turning that pages felt light and fragile easily ripped when mistreated. I could only read the small words of coarse but that didn't stop me from asking my parents or the kinder garden teachers to pronounce and define that words I wanted to know. Looking back now I wonder what made me stop reading, and why I don't own another Dictionary.
Like many of us, my literacy began before I was even literate. This inspired me to enjoy literacy as much as I could at the time. During this period of my life, I simply was
The memory of reading for me started in third grade. My third grade teacher was Mrs. Freedman and she encouraged us to read in class and at home. We (the class) would take trips to the library to check out books to take home each week and we received a prize, if we could read at least five books a week. Now that prize was only a piece of candy, but that is all it took to persuade me to read. I believed I truly enjoyed reading until I move to fourth grade
Ever since I was a little girl I have had a deep love for reading. My mother started teaching me to read when I was three years old, and by the time I entered kindergarten I already had a firm grasp of the English language and
I have always loved to read. In fact, Dr. Seuss’s children’s books were my favourite and I still keep them in my shelves today. Reading filled my imagination and gave me inspiration since childhood that still impacts me today.
I had wonderful memories of reading and writing in my early childhood. My mother was the one who first taught me how to read. She would teach my brother, and I would just catch on. My mother pushed me to do good, but that wasn't hard, because I had always liked a challenge. I enjoyed reading any kid's genre, because nothing was inappropriate at that age. My favorite books were the Berenstain Bears and books by Dr. Seuss. I would flip through the pages and giggle at the stories, comparing them to reality. The book Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss is a book I remember having an impact on me. It might have been a little impact, but it taught me try things out before I judge them. I liked reading so much that I wrote my own book and read it to the class, who enjoyed it.
With reading came writing. The stories were no longer confined to the boundaries of my mind. I could write the stories I had dreamed up in my head down with words I had learned from the books that lined the library shelves. I painted my stories with words. It was then that I became an
First, I asked my father. Even if my mother was the one to read to me the most as a child, my father was the one to often encourage my reading and writing once I learned how. As I said before, he, much like myself, has no recollection of learning to read as a child. What he does remember is how when he was in the sixth grade, he tested into the reading level of a freshman in college. He remembers how he always
Reading has been one of my favorite hobbies since I was a little child. I grew up as a normal child should grow and eventually I had to start learning for me to fit in society. My literacy started many years ago, after I knew how to talk and communicate with people. Reading my alphabet was quite stressful and I had to be given a hand by my family members. I remember my parents reading with me and it was the most meaningful and memorable way to spend time with me. This is because I liked reading a lot and I was eager to learn so that I could fit in with my older siblings. My favorite books were storybooks taking about adventures and fairytales
I was about four years old when I first learned to read. I remember how excited and proud I was. As a kid, I never really enjoyed reading. Most times, reading put me to sleep. It was just so boring to me. As i got older, I still never learned to enjoy reading often. However, when I had to read, I was able to get really into the books and imagined myself being right smack in the middle of everything that was happening in my book. The more I read, the bigger my vocabulary got and the more proper my grammar became. I learned to write when I was in kindergarten. The teacher was having us make a gift to give to our moms for Mother’s Day. The first words I learned to write was my name, but my first sentence was “I love you mommy” , which was what