Personal Narrative: My Literacy Journey

Some of the oldest and fondest memories I have from my childhood are those of my mother reading to me. Before I even began Kindergarten, I remember my mom reading stories to me from children’s books, or making up stories as she went along. I enjoyed listening to the stories and still remember some to this day. She also taught me how to write my name, count, and recite the alphabet. I loved the time I spent reading with my mom because she made it fun, so much so that I didn’t realize I was learning.

I can remember the nights after dinner my mother sat and read different kinds of books to us. My sister and I love the Disney book. They were so delightful, like eating candy for the first time. Cinderella was one of my favorite. We clean up took, a bath and brush our teeth and waited on our mother to come read to us. I can remember one time I believe I was about five or six when my mother read Dr. Suess book The Grinch

Growing up, I was not a child who had interest in sitting down to read a book, like my mom. I am very grateful for my mom because she has pushed me to my limits with reading and writing. As a four year old child, the last thing on my mind was learning how to read. Every night, my mom would sit down with me and read for 15 minutes. She bought me a zebra finger pointer that I put on my index finger that guided me to follow along so, I would not lose my spot. Having my zebra helped my get through those dreadful 15 minutes.

First grade, after a long day of school and learning what the deal was with shapes, I come home and get to watch TV, no homework or worries (first graders with homework? Yeah right) then I eat dinner, and get ready for bed. My parents tuck me in and begin to read me a story from my favorite author at the time. Dr. Seuss. The rhyming and the pictures and the one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. How does he come up with this stuff? Pure genius. Even after my parents turn off my room light, I sneak some light from my game boy and read more because I just can’t wait for the next night to read again. These were my first memories of reading and ever since then I try and recapture the feeling of pure bliss I had when I first heard my parents read to me just before bedtime.

When my parents first started to read to me, I was not but a year old. They read to me every night, Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown. Goodnight Moon was my favorite bedtime story, and I probably could have recited the whole book word for word back then. It was a book made to lull small kids to sleep with the content of the book. Then, when I grew up a bit, they started reading the Magic Tree House books by Mary Pope Osborne to me. I loved those books because they were interesting and informational. I finally got to the point where I could read the Magic Tree House books by myself, so I read one every night before bed.

I first reading as a young girl and my mother loved to take my sisters and I to the library. I loved looking at all of the books and choosing the best one. I became interested in books that were about adventure. My favorite one had a gypsy girl who was constantly trying to save other people from the evil monsters.

My earliest reading moments we're listening to Television and cartoons. I’m not sure if that counts as reading but I was learning words at that time well hearing the words. I do remember reading books like Junie B. Jones and If you give a moose a muffin.Beginning my kindergarten year, I only read books that had pictures in it, that was the only way to keep my attention. Young at that age I was thinking why read the books if you can just scan through the pages with pictures and get the

My earliest memories of reading start when my mom sent me to Christians studying school at six years old and the mentor would read out a handbook on heroes

The very earliest or first time I can remember being read to was probably with my mom. I can remember being in my room with my younger brother the lighting was very dim. We would all lay on my bed before it was time to go to sleep. She would always read our favorite book which was Skippyjon Jones. It was about a tiny little cat whose head was too big for his body and he would always get into trouble. My mom would read this every single night to put us to sleep.

I read a book when i was 4 years old, you are probably surprised if not then I don't really care what you say. I was looking the paper that has the prompt for this assignment, So I have to write about an important event that shaped me as a reader. So then I found myself reminiscing about an event an event that set the stage for me as a reader.

Reading has been one of my favorite hobbies since I was a little child. I grew up as a normal child should grow and eventually I had to start learning for me to fit in society. My literacy started many years ago, after I knew how to talk and communicate with people. Reading my alphabet was quite stressful and I had to be given a hand by my family members. I remember my parents reading with me and it was the most meaningful and memorable way to spend time with me. This is because I liked reading a lot and I was eager to learn so that I could fit in with my older siblings. My favorite books were storybooks taking about adventures and fairytales

My early reading memories consist of reading to my brothers and family members. I remember reading books like, Three Little Pigs, and Cinderella. I also use to love someone reading me scary books when the lights were out. Reading along with mother made me feel important because she was much older than I was. That made me feel smart.

Around the age of nine is when my love for reading really set sail. It was 4th grade and my English teacher sent home a letter to my parents saying that there would be a weekly parent reading. Mrs. Erwin generously

The people closest to me have inspired to be a devoted reader. My parents are dedicated readers. They each have their own bookshelf that they fill completely with their favorite books and authors. My dad’s bookshelf has (probably) every book written by Stephen King. My mother has the same devotion to Nora Roberts. I have always been amazed by how my parents treated reading: every time a new Stephen King book comes

I fell in love with books when I was probably about two. No matter where I would go, I would always bring a book along with me to read. I remember sitting at hockey games with my mom and my dad, not even glancing at the game because I was too busy trying to read my books. My favorite book as a young child was called 'Commotion in the Ocean'. I most likely was drawn to the book because of the vibrant illustrations, but the short stories in the book were what made me love it. I would ask my mom or my dad to read it to me on a nightly basis, and even though I'm sure they eventually got sick of it, but they would continue to read it to me. To this day, I still own the book.