Personal Narrative: How Reading Changed My Life

My literacy journey had begun earlier than most kids, according to my mother. I started reading in kindergarten, with help with the BOB books and the PBS show Between the Lions. I don’t know when I had started writing exactly, but I remember clearly writing short stories about my cat Stormy in 3rd grade. At that time we had to write weekly short stories, and I only ever wrote about my cat. In 4th grade, I had started exploring writing more; I would write plays for me and my friends to practice during recess. Most of them, I’m happy to say, were actually educational, so my teacher had even let my friends and I perform one about early-American settlers in front of our whole class.

There are 26 letters in the English alphabet. Just 26 letters to form words, sentences, paragraphs, and finally books. Our language has come a long way over the years, and reading has highly impacted the way we live our daily lives. The Greeks used books of mythology to explain how things came to be and pass that knowledge from generation to generation. Authors use books to tell stories, and ideas, which spread so much farther than just by the word of mouth. Yes, books have greatly changed the world around us and have also affected my life personally.

What started your desire to read? I bet that it was not some government issued reading program. How bad, did those programs bore you in school? It was different for me. Have you ever heard of the accelerated reading program? Well, the accelerated reading program began my love with reading.

As Vickie Karp once said, “When we read, we start at the beginning and continue until we reach the end. When we write, we start in the middle and fight our way out.” At an early age, writing gave solace. My first exposure to writing was through journaling. In my elementary years, my parents separated, leaving my brother and me in the eye of the storm. At the age of ten, I only understood so much, but I did know how much my mother and father detested each other on a regular basis. Objects and harsh words established the darkness and fear in the corner of my mind. Once father left home, before I even had a chance to say goodbye, I felt abandoned and alone. The anxiety of my mother leaving me and struck with depression of already been abandoned

A child learns his/her first word from a mother. She teaches her children how to take an initial step in reading and writing. I have different experiences in the journey of literacy. I remembered how my mother used to teach me mathematical tables to strengthen my reading. It was my first lesson of reading. Afterward, comes my teacher who polishes me as a reader and a writer. In my journey of literacy, I remembered how a page of a book in English class helps me to strengthen writing and reading ability; furthermore, it creates love for reading in me. For me, a book is a doctor and reading is a medicine which treats during the time of

Books keep you focused. Everyday multi-tasking skills such as dividing the time between working, talking to people, chatting via whatsapp, facebook and gchat while keeping an eye on the smart phones is definitely not going to keep anyone focused or concentrated. This lowers the productivity level. Not only for your academics, but concentration is a basic

I have always excelled in academics, but my strongest point was reading, and comprehension. I loved to read as a child, and that has stayed with me throughout life. I’m happy that I had such a love for reading at a young age, as it has helped me immensely in my secondary education, and will probably expand into university too.

My reading is a different type of reading, with that said I am a different type of reader. As a junior in highschool I started the Rot & Ruin series by Jonathan Maberry. That is a series that sparked the inner reader inside me. I moved my reading level up all through the year and finally finished the year with a 11.8 reading level, as a junior I was pleased with that reading score. I came into senior year working on the third book in the Rot & Ruin series, Flesh & Bone. After that book we started book clubs; I read Sarah’s Key by Tatiana De Rosnay. I didn’t enjoy that book, although it challenged my reading skills. In the book Tatiana De Rosnay had the book bounce around between two different characters. That made the book hard to follow, although I feel the book helped me open up and focus more on the reading. After book clubs came to a conclusion we started in on the adventurous love mess, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. This challenging read provoked me to read harder; I took my resources and studied, I tried to get better. Mary Shelley had themes throughout this book, the themes had me really thinking about the text. Pressing forward to the end of first semester and the middle of my Senior year, I now can say I read at a 12.9 level. I am beyond

I could have started volunteering with the intentions of doing just for the sake of giving back to the community I grew up in. Instead, I did it because I was forced to. I was forced into waking up every Saturday for an entire month before seven a.m. to be at the library with adults and a bunch of kids half my age. I could have sat there reading a book for school and minding my own business. Instead of being miserable my entire summer, I decided to try my hardest to help children to love reading as much as I do.

This is a story about how reading, and writing changed my life drastically for good. During my journey, I have received lots of knowledge of reading, and writing, yet still learning. I am a bilingual student and I was born in November,1,1994, Cuba. My main language is Spanish, and the second one is English. Everything started When I was three years old, and the first thing that I learned it was the alphabet. My mother taught me the alphabet herself along the numbers, but that is another story. However, I learned in an unorthodox way. I learned backwards the alphabet starting with "O-Z" first, then I learned the rest which is "A-N." At that point, I put them all together. The earliest years of my life, reading played a huge part of my life leading

My interest in reading and writing has been shifting over the years. I remember when I was a child, my little brother Ron and I stayed overnight with Grandma many times which located two hours away from where we live. All along the way, as my dad drove us to Grandma’s house, Ron and I bounced up and down on the back seat of the car and sang “Let’s go to Grandma’s house! Let’s go to Grandma’s house!”. My grandma had a very interesting personality. She had an old book from which she picked the stories, and every time she was home she could take us both to bed and narrate to us fascinating stories until we fell asleep. I could find myself creating imaginary scenes of the stories she told

In this essay, I will talk about my reading life when I was younger and how I am now. When I was a young kid my parents would read to me. When I was in grade school they told me that education can go farther than other stuff. Finally, when I have gotten older I have started to read less and less because I’m not very good at writing and reading.

I was born on Jakarta. I live in villa tangerang regency 1. The first time I was able to read is when I was In kindergarten. Actualy, my mom also told me, how to read an alphabet and read the number, but I can read well on kindergarten. I can read what is written on the book. I also can read any sign , I was be able to read is because my teacher told e that every letter of an alphabet can be a thing. Like A for apple and B for ball. Then I learn how to spell like A P P L E for apple. Learn an alphabet is fun thing that I can learn. I also learn from the alphabet song.

Personally, reading has had a great impact on my life. As a child in school, I struggled with reading and was placed in remedial classes. It took a few years for my ability to gain strength and to rise up to a “normal” reading level. For many years following high school graduation I did not give the subject of reading very much attention, this all changed once I had children. Reading to them and watching their young minds explode with imagination helped me realize the importance of having a strong ability to read, understand, and convey your message to others. Moreover, since I started attending the UoPeople, I have never read so much and I have found my level of comprehension has increased tenfold. On many occasion, I will have either my

Growing up, I would spend a lot of time with my grandparents because my parents were always working and it was easier than dropping me off at a daycare. My grandparents were avid readers; they read when they woke up in the morning, after eating lunch, and right before they went to bed. I guess some of that rubbed off on me after so many years of staying at their house and I started to read as much as them. My family never made me feel like reading was a bad thing and they fostered my love of reading since I was a kid. I don’t have one memory that sticks out as the most memorable because they were always so supportive. All of those memories come together to make one positive reading experience like every birthday I would get a book or a gift card to a bookstore or when I went with my grandparents to the grocery store they would always let me get a book and read it to me.