Personal Narrative: My Love-Hate Relationship

I have always loved reading due to the exciting stories and the interesting characters that provide a good backbone. All my early books I remember as feel good tales to make the young reader fall in love with the characters while usually having a central theme to teach. Some of the charm of these books was how it got the reader engaged and taught along the way. Just like children shows such as Sesame Street the books where entertaining and also educational so it gave children a early start for school; I would be excited whenever the teacher would teach something and you would already know the new word or

Reading has always been a pass time I enjoyed doing, there was just something about the fact that endless stories could be created with a combination of words and phrases. Without a doubt, Reading expands one’s knowledge on endless topics as well as expands creativity through inspiration of the various works and forms or literature. Personally, as I grew older and more curious with reading I began exploring different genres to read. My causal reading went from basic non-fiction books to reading things like

I have read many books since I began reading, and although it probably isn't surprising I must confess: I don't remember but a handful of them. I remember the escape that a treasured book could grant. Literacy itself allowing me a safe space, a quiet space, my own where I could be whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Almost as though a precursor to my love for the stage, before I realized that dream.

When I was a younger I don’t remember if I was read to or not, but I read a lot of books. I enjoy reading books because they allow me to reach new heights in my imagination. At my age many kids say that reading is boring and is for losers. I think it’s cool to read and will continue to read throughout my life. I have read many different types of books from fiction to biographies. The longest book I ever read was a book called Dragon Rider by Cornella Funke. It was five hundred and thirty five pages! When it comes to reading I am a superstar! When I’m reading I am able to get a moral lesson from what I read, so it ends up helping me in the long run of my life

Literature has always been a close personal friend. I've always been surrounded and engrossed with books. One of the first books I ever read was Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown. I must've read that book a thousand times when I was little. When I was in preschool my friend and I comically read along to the book. I credit most of my ability to read early on to my elementary's school librarian. I remember vividly in kindergarten our librarian teacher holding a book in her hand showing off the pictures. I was completely enthralled, more so than probably other children in the class. As time went on and I passed from grade to grade, I started to read books from the school's library. Most books I read were about tornadoes. I've always been fascinated with how

Some of my earliest memories of reading and writing took place in preschool. My former teacher, Mrs. Williams always made reading a fun and new experience which helped encourage us to read. I remember always being excited to read a new book as if I were embarking on a new adventure. My mother also encouraged me to read by reading to my brother and I at bedtime. She also gave us plenty of genres to choose from. Even though my dad did not reach much, my mom was very much interested in books about British crime mysteries. My brother, on the other hand, read anime’ comics and video game instruction pamphlets. Although reading has not been my strongest subject, the subject has always been part of my life.

I was always a visual learner so I always preferred seeing something before I did something. Books were like movies to me, but better. As I read what I write it reminds me of the actual time when I started to read books, it wasn’t by my 7th grade librarian but by simply wanting to go to Main Event.

Some of my favorite books, mostly Dr. Seuss, mostly got me going on my reading skills. It was easy. Word were easy to pronounce and they also had pic to help me with words I couldn’t even say. I felt important reading his books. Then, as I got older and my reading skills improved, chapter books came into play. Through my childhood I did not have it so easy. My brother passed and he mostly taught me how to correctly read. So when he left, I was stuck. I had other people in my family to help but once you get use to that favorite person helping you, you get attached. When it came to one of my other brother, it sucked. I usually get talked about constantly by him because he was older and always run his mouth when I came across a word that I didn’t know. Reading books became an easy escape at that age. It was something to do, and kept me occupied without having to talk to myself. It was also a way to read about other people and about their lives, which I think is a reason for my taste in books now. My parents and my favorite math teacher always told me that I'm a very bright individual and my accomplishments in other subjects prove that. I approached and passed science and surprisingly math. They both dealt with reading and understanding things that I needed to know. To me, writing equals to nothing more than stress and frustration. I thought was too stupid to waste effort

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If I do not enjoy the book, I adore to think of other readers and their perspective on the book. I can easily change my perspective of how I see the book, and it seems to become a new book. While reading books I loved from early on, I will be locked in for hours. No matter how long, I will not stop the book until it is over. I often will lock myself in my room, and read until the sun is up. There are many reasons of why I read. As a child, I was hated reading, for all the books seemed to be boring or “girly”. I always wondered why our classes would read the Little House on the Prairie, instead of books of war and violence. My previous school really delayed my love for reading. We had a strange A.R where some students would read a total of six points a year, where I was required to read on an upward of 250 points annually as young kids. I was forced to speed read, and read books I didn’t enjoy just for the high points value. The change of schools caused my love of reading to excel. I learned about many amazing books that I could read without a nearly impossible deadline. I read more and more, and learned to love the books for the content, not the forced

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

We did not have a hate relationship. She did not abuse me. We were just two separate people with their own lives and that was 100% coming from my side. I did not want my mother to bear so much responsibility or cast ultimate blame on herself if things go wrong in my life. I think she was in shock herself. The road passed silently beneath us driving home.

Chucking my bags in the back her car I walked over to Mr.Andrew’s car to hop in. I waited and waited. Every second that passed the feeling would keep growing. Hate is a strong word, but I used it for these feelings. I felt anxious, sad, stressed. Finally I thought as my dad and Mr.Andrew rushed into the car. I looked at all the familiar things as we passed by. All exactly the same color, but had its own unique feel to it. The dancing and karate studio exactly the same color as the houses. The green grass of the soccer field. Donnelly Park just a couple of blocks up the street from my house. Vermont Circle, the street I’ve lived on for the past 4 years. My house 1063 B was right across from Mr.Andrew’s and Ms.Kim’s.

I laid spread out on the hot, humid top floor of the gym, surrounded by bags filled with bobby pins, brushes, glitter, and every other gadget a gymnast may need for a competition. The room smelled of nail polish remover and sweat, and was filled with anxious kids masking their apprehension by playing with hoola-hoops and cartwheeling all over the room.

Well I know why you 're my friend (sense you asked me), it 's because I can 't ever get bored of you, sometimes it might hurt like it did tonight but I love talking to you and you 're so amazing and funny and and fantastic, I might say some mean things, and do some mean things but it 's just because... IM NOT A LEACH, I know I always stick around and I 'm sorry if that 's inconvenient to you but I just can 't stop, I can 't say we make each other whole because you 're already pretty whole and we 're like opposite people, but I 'm still not being able to get over your sense of humor, your laugh, your gorgeous blue/gray eyes, and everything about you... I know you show affection by saying you hate me or by calling me names I get it, it 's just hard to get used to you 're one confusing girl! I 've been by your side consistently for 10 months now, you can tell me anything and I 'm always here for you and I 'm not even getting bored, I 'm writing this like a love note, (it 's not one) but I 'm just saying how much you mean to me, this is why you 're my friend, I don 't know why I 'm still you 're friend because I 'm an annoying asshole, but most the time I 'm just trying to connect or talk, or get you mad because you 're funny and cute when you 're a lil ticked  idk and I guess you said you don 't know why I 'm still your friend, that 's your choice,Vince mad me so mad,