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Personal Narrative In My Writing

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As I’ve grown up I don’t remember a time in which reading was enforced. Maybe only once or twice my parents would make me read the Spanish newspaper but that was it. I grew up to be in 3rd grade when my neighbor suggested that I read to her every day after school. That’s when I learned how to be expressive in my reading. Getting out of the habit of skipping the crucial period pauses and taking my time without being so monotone.
“Okay but try to read that while you know that it’s going to end eventually. It’s okay to pause in a story.” Miss Beverly would say.
“Okay.” I would reply semi confident as picked up where I had left off.
“Alright now did you understand what you just read?” Miss Beverly would ask.
“No.” I would respond.
“Well, read

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