My Reading Journey
Reading is everywhere, it is one basic skill that we all must learn at some point in our life. Whether it is reading a book, text messages, posters, or a billboard. Everybody has their own success story on who and what taught them how to read. Most have been taught by their parents as a child, others had the help of sibling and school teachers. Between my mom, older sister, school events and my teachers I could master the art of reading. At an early age, I discovered this deep desire for education which helped prosper in school.
Many different events in my life lead up to my ability to read. There are words all arounds no matter where we go, so not learning how to read was never an option for me. My mother got me interested in reading first because as a child she would sit me on her lap and read short children stories to me. At night time, she would tuck me in and read me a bed time story. Her voice flowed so smoothly through each word and she even mad the sound effects to make the story come alive. It became a point in time where I would no longer wait for my mother to read to me, I would take out a book and attempt to read on my own. Not knowing what any of the words meant or what they were saying I would try my best to read them still. That was only the beginning for me, when I enrolled in kindergarten and my teacher would assign homework to us there was always some form of reading that was required. I would sit at the kitchen table struggling to
Anyone who would like to succeed in life or plan on making a lot of money knows that you have to know how to read. You have to know how to read to do everything,You are not going to make it in the real world if you don't know how to read. Reading can help you with a lot of things like whether it be financial issues, educational issues, or life in general.
I have acquired many literacy opportunities throughout my literacy life my parents, grandparents, and teachers ,I hold them very close to my heart because if it wasn’t for them pushing and encouraging me to read and write I wouldn’t be the literate person I am today. I bear a huge family so there are always many voices going through my head so it wasn’t long until I started speaking, as well as comprehending what all these strange words meant recognizing the words was very difficult before I started practicing them. My parents always encouraged me to read and write in a way no child can resist with toys and candy who could say no to that. Every chance they got to help me read they would read with me. I wasn’t forced to read on my own because I didn’t know how.
My dad taught me to read when I was four. Both him and my mom wanted me have a head start when school started. He worked nights at the time so he arrived home early in the morning. As soon as I woke up in the morning, he would pull out one
As a child I was a very eager learner, I always wanted to learn new things to feed my brain. My desire to learn how to read started when I was introduced to the book, “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?” Since I didn't have the ability to read at that age, I would ask my mom to
Reading is a means of language acquisition, of communication, and of sharing information which is essential in being a productive member of society. If and when a student missed an opportunity to learn the skills necessary for reading, it’s has a profound impact on their lives. As educators we realize that teaching all children to read requires that every child receive excellent reading instruction. We are also aware that children, who are struggling with reading must receive
So everyday I would beg my mom and sister to help me with my reading. My mom would always help me whenever I asked, but my sister was a little bit harder to convince. Usually she would help me though. Once I began learning how to read, I realized how much fun it was. It was all I ever wanted to do. Whenever I was bored, I would just sit down and write out all the words that I could. But I would soon learn those words and go look through books to find new ones to learn. I quickly caught on and I was able to read simple books very well. I would practice whenever I could. When I was in the car I would read all the street signs and names of buildings that we passed by. Reading became my go to whenever I was bored, sad, angry, or just wanted to have a little
For some people reading can be a difficult experience. For me it became difficult at the age of five years old. I really wasn’t an educational kid I was more of a kid that like to play with my toys and four brothers, whenever they came home from school. As I grew up reading became a little more difficult for me to master, at times in my middle school my teacher Mr.G would test us on how well and skilled we were at reading. Every day when it was time for him to test me I would get nervous and started to stubble on words and fail my test. By the time I was in high school I learned how to take my time and read, which has help me to progress my reading skills over the years.
As a little girl my understanding of literacy began with the alphabet soup. I vaguely remember that my mom would place the soup in front of me and I move the letters with my finger attempting to form words. My mom sat with me and spelled my name out I was so excited because I was learning. From that moment on my curiosity for literacy began. When my mom took me to the store I would ask for books even though I couldn't read but the letters fascinated me. The pictures weren't bad either. My adventure with literacy continued as I began kindergarten.
I learned how to read at a very early age. My parents taught me my ABC’s when I was two years old. They would read Dr. Seuss books to me such as “The Cat in the Hat” in which they would have me to repeat the words as the read to me. They also would read “See Spot Run” which became one of my favorites. As well as, “Dick and Jane: Jump and Run.”
I didn't learn how to read until the third grade. One day i picked up a book with beautiful pictures and i so badly wanted to understand what it said. And so I did. It just clicked in my head all of a sudden and I was able to understand. Before too long I was reading everything in the school library. I would get lost in the different worlds and I learned the meaning of words I didn't know by reading the sentence/ paragraph it was in. Finally i felt like I had something that I was good at. I could outread my peers before too long and by the time I was 9 years old I was reading college level books with ease. I would be spending at least 4 hours a day just reading, finishing 400 page book in a matter of days. In reading I was able to gain confidence in myself at school, and when things got hard I could just slip into another story and forget about my
Learning to read is a natural process when one is nurtured in a literature rich environment where reading is modeled by parents and/ or caretakers.
My earliest memories of learning to read begin with my brother teaching me the basics of reading before kindergarten. My brother was 11 months younger than me but he was able to read and I could not. At a young age this was extremely beneficial while also humiliating because I felt as if I were extremely behind the learning
Hey I’m gonna tell you how I learned how to read. Reading is an important part of life. If you can’t read you will not be able to communicate with other people online. I learned how to read from my mother she read a book to me every day. I haven't read any since second grade, but now I’m a sophomore and I think it’s fun to read. I’m reading the best book in the world called “Soul Eater”.
As was stated before, my parents were very impactful when it comes to me learning how to read. Both my mom and my dad enjoyed reading as I was growing up and similar to all kids I wanted to be like them. Growing up, my house was full of books, whether they were books for me and my brother or books for my parents, which made me want to learn to read so I could read as many of them as I wanted and more. My parents would read to me to help me learn and I loved that as
When I first started learning to read, I knew I was going to have some trouble just by the way how I felt about reading. The way how I felt about reading was that I would get frustrating not knowing how to say the words properly and if I had got stuck I would just tend to give up. When my mom noticed that I was having a hard with reading she would sit down with me and have me read along with her and learn to be patient if I did not know a word. When we came across a word I did not know she would have me sound it out so I could learn. Then if I came across a word I did not know the meaning of, my mom would have me write it down on a piece