Reflection About Reading

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As a child, reading was always a endeavor to look forward to. It all started when I was in Kindergarten and my teacher would read us books at story time after lunch. The whole class would sit in a circle, sitting crissed-crossed-apple-sauce, lingering on every word she spoke from the colorful pages of a lucky book. I remember thinking to myself, “I wish I could read books and create a world in my head that only I could interpret.” The following year, as a class, we would go to third grader's hallway and one class would improve our reading skills by reading books with us. I was excited that I could finally start to learn how to read to myself and explore an author's work of fiction. By third grade, I could read any book that I wanted to. As a class we would go to the library once a week and check out any book. However, I read a book in a couple days so I went more than one day a week. The best parts of the year were when we had a book fair. It was exciting to see all the new books that had recently come out. I loved to cast my vote on which books they should purchase and add to the library. In addition, there was always a jar filled with candy or little toys that we had to guess how many were in the jar. The person who guessed the closest got to keep the jar and got a free book. Honestly, no one could resist buying something from the school supply section. It was filled with things such as food shaped erasers or pens with poof balls attached to them. Those were the times

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