Personal Narrative: First Memories Of Lazy Ozzie

I picked up one of the books and fell in love with all the things that it could teach me. My mother who was a special education teacher at the time had always pushed me and my siblings to read. She brought home tons of books for us to read. When I told her I found a great book on horses she was so proud, and from that moment on I have always had a love of reading. My love for reading has grown so much that I now read everything in sight, but reading wasn’t enough for me as it turned out. From all the great books I read I started to come up with ideas about new exciting books people could write, that I could write. So during my eight grade year my burning desire to write a book compelled me to finally do so. I used three notebooks and a ton of lead and wrote my story. When I was finished, I typed it up on my computer and printed it out to show everyone I knew. When people saw that I wrote a book they were proud of me and this pride made me want to continue, but sadly school activities took up all my time and I was unable to finish my second book. My story of how I learned how to love to read and write isn’t quite like Sherman Alexie’s superman moment but it is

I had asked my sister Buggy, if she would read it to me. She read the book and then reading with her became a daily routine for us every day after school. I was excited having someone to read to me and that I finally could learn how to pronounce some letters and put them together to read a word. About three months went by and my sister had moved out. The whole bedtime story and trying to learn how to read had come to a complete stop.

Every night my mom would read me a chapter or two of a “Junie B Jones” book. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to read by myself. I enjoyed reading when I first learned how. The first series I really liked was “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”. I’ve read every single book in the series. Whenever a new book from the series would come out, i’d get it first thing the next day. I never really read that often after I finished the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” series. Those books really entertained me and anything else I read from the point didn't sway me. In fourth grade, I had a really awesome teacher that was really hard on me, but I really believe she helped me the most. I don't remember everything we did, I really don’t remember most of the stuff we did. I just remember getting to 5th grade and writing was so easy for me. So was math, science, etc.

There I was. An undersized 3rd grader, meeting with the school librarian, who was probing at my ability to read and comprehend the book I chose for that week. It was during this particular week in which I refused to join the class in their sticky hand raid, but rather, shift through my new library at home. It was the weekend prior in which my grandmother purchased a white box from a garage sale.

I learned a few facts and tricks from the novel. I also learned new words to add to my vocabulary. If I didn't read this book, I wouldn't know that discombobulate and flummox are synonyms to the word confuse or that the common vetch is a member of the pea family.

Growing up, I had always loved reading; it intrigued me and stimulated me in ways the typical preschool and Kindergarten lessons couldn’t. I’d come home from a long day of coloring shapes, wrists sore from fiercely

When I was younger, I would eat up books faster than I got them. I’d always been found reading books in the oddest of places. I remember wanting to try writing although I could never fully express the words in my mind onto paper and on the rare occasion I was able to; only I could understand what I wrote. It had fascinated me , and honestly frustrated me, that people could write these odd and beautiful books that I’d held onto like a mother to her child.

Reading novels is my answer to every obstacle and every complication that I ever experience. I recall my elder’s claiming I will not understand anything at all The Great Gatsby says when I first bought it. I was ten the first time I read The Great Gatsby, and till now I have read it thirteen times. At the end of each book I read I analyze them, and if they come to be one of my favorites, I even write a paper for myself. Reading novels taught me to understand people, it inspired me to learn more. Every book I finish leaves me longing for

My mother taught me how to read at a young age. She read to me before I could read which helped me learn new words and develop a basic understanding of literature at an early age. When it came time for me to attend elementary school, I remember heading to the library quite often. Books were organized based on what was thought to be the appropriate reading material for that grade level. I often found myself wandering down the isles with the older kids. I’m so grateful my mother encouraged reading as much as she did. If she hadn’t, it’s very possible I could have struggled with reading. If this were true, I wouldn’t have learned as much as I did, or had the desire to read, which is very important in order to become as advanced in literature as possible.

I never understood the point of reading. My parents first introduced my siblings and I to its world at the early age of two. We were familiarized with letters, taught to link sound the visual and formed words with a stuttering start. We became accustomed to the quiet of Tuesday nights when my father would sit huddled on the sofa – my mother curled up in bed – his long nose buried in a novel, a black curtain cascading from her head to the pages, morphing into one with their respective books. As the night drew close the browns of their eyes would light up, while my mother’s red lips would quiver with excitement and my father would flash a lopsided smile. “Reading is an adventure,” they’d

I ended up reading five chapters in the two hours I sat there. I finished the book that week and began to beg for the rest. My mentor/mother eventually got me the box set. She had accomplished what my teachers had been trying to do for four years. Get me to like reading. My mother had done the impossible. I had always resisted reading, but somehow my mother knew that by throwing Harry Potter in my lap reading would become as necessary as air for me. She knew it would be my Excalibur.

Even though I watched other educational children’s shows, this one was really my only favorite that had a strong emphasis on spelling and reading. I feel that because of this show, I now have a broad interest in numerous books and series that I read leisurely and I have kept that interest since childhood. Today, I like to read young adult fiction like Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, or The Maze Runner. Between the Lions showed me that reading can be fun if you make it fun. Since I have read a lot from childhood up to today, it has, in turn, helped me to become a better writer. Reading makes you pay attention to the vocabulary, sentence structure, and even the punctuation that an author puts into a book. And if that piece of work is something that piques your interest, then it’s going to have a long-lasting effect on you. Then you can use those techniques in your own writing, and the more you read, the more information and literacy you collect the entire time. Reading can help you comprehend the writing while improving your own, which it has done for me. For instance, whenever I’m reading and I come across a particular word or phrase that I really like or resonates within me, I would try to remember it so I can throw it into my own writing in the future. Or when I find a character that I really admire, I think about how the author conveyed their characteristics to make me like them and I wonder how I could use

Do you remember the first book you learned to read? Well, I do and it shaped me into the reader I am today. During my early years in elementary school, I began to learn about what reading was and how to read books. I always remember my kindergarten teacher reading “Love you forever” before I would go to nap time everyday. I eventually learned to read my favorite childhood book on my own. However, this was a problem when I didn't want to branch out and read books to better my reading skills. Reading and writing are such and important aspect in our lives that get abused every day. It may sound silly, but as a young child I came in contact with books that impacted me, changed me, and shaped me into the reader and writer I am today.

However, reading from many sources changes one’s view on the world extensively, and exploring the story of the Finches in To Kill a Mockingbird is simply a reminder that my prior troubles were the least to worry about. Reading allows me to immerse myself in someone else’s environment, to

Growing up in a family of six, there was never a shortage of people to read to me, the only shortage that existed was my ability to understand and appreciate the story in front of me. I was always on the move and the sedentary act of reading a book never appealed to my childish motives. Coupling my inability to hear well and my stagnant progress in school, I was quickly falling behind. With most of my childhood dedicated to the fantastical world I had created, I had no time to listen to someone else’s story. I would not continue on this way though, for my mom, noticing my lack of literacy skills, made it her effort to divulge in me the wonders of someone else’s world, each world becoming a part of my own.