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My Reading Autobiography

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As I’ve developed to become the young lady I am today, I don’t remember a time in which reading was enforced. Maybe only once or twice my parents would make me read out of the Spanish newspaper but that was it. I grew up to be in 3rd grade when I told my neighbor about the trouble I was having with reading in class. She then suggested that I read to her every day after school. That’s when I learned how to be expressive in my reading with getting out of the habit of skipping the crucial period pauses and taking my time without being so monotone.
“Try to read each sentence while you know that it’s going to end eventually. It’s okay to pause in a story.” Mrs. Beverly explained. “Now, continue reading while applying what I told you.”
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Beverly’s house for the longest time every day after school. During the summer when it felt like just simply walking across the street I could pass out of dehydration. During the fall when the weather was just right and I could feel the golden leaves crunching underneath my size four kid shoes. During the winter when she didn’t turn on her heater and left the door open as I held the book with my shivering little hands. Finally, during the spring when my birthday came around and I still nonetheless walked myself across the street with the green leaves of the trees blowing against the cool air. She had so much patience with me and supported me throughout all of that time. I vaguely remember reading all kinds of books to her but never completing a single book. All she did was sit there looking at the ground and occasionally throwing out some constructive …show more content…

In this competition, you had to read multiple books and only had a certain time period to read the books. I met so many people who were far smarter and better at reading than me, but this didn’t keep me from participating. I showed up to every competition and so did Mrs. Beverly. She supported me unconditionally in the middle of the intimidating audience. What caught my attention for books was the thickness of them. I loved turning them over in my hands and flipping through the pages. I loved carrying them to recess and having conversations with people about them. Somehow it was the easiest way that I could connect with people. To this day, if I find someone reading a book or considering checking it out of the library I don’t hesitate on filling in my own opinion of the book. I remember every time I discovered the meaning of a word I would feel so enlightened and powerful that every time I stumbled upon another sentence with the same word I would feel satisfied in my learning. Knowing the meaning of words opened so many doors for

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