Reflection About Reading

As a teenager, I now look back and realize how vital it is for children to learn to read and write at such young ages. I am so thankful for parents that read books with me before I even started school, and I am also thankful for the teachers who taught me vowel sounds, prefixes, suffixes, and much more. Teachers also taught me that reading could be fun, which encouraged students to want to read in their free time. Reading and writing are unique activities to me because these activities can be used academically or for personal entertainment. Reading has had a huge impact on my life in the past, present, and hopefully in the future.

My mother taught me how to read at a young age. She read to me before I could read which helped me learn new words and develop a basic understanding of literature at an early age. When it came time for me to attend elementary school, I remember heading to the library quite often. Books were organized based on what was thought to be the appropriate reading material for that grade level. I often found myself wandering down the isles with the older kids. I’m so grateful my mother encouraged reading as much as she did. If she hadn’t, it’s very possible I could have struggled with reading. If this were true, I wouldn’t have learned as much as I did, or had the desire to read, which is very important in order to become as advanced in literature as possible.

Reading and writing has had a huge impact in my life.

It never occurred to me before to take some time and evaluate my reading process and my reading habits. I’ve done tons of readings throughout my whole life, including articles and abstracts for school and just some novels and fiction books for entertainment. However, I barely paid attention at any of my reading routine. All I was concentrated on were either getting the information I need from the text or, in case of a novel, enjoying the plot. Up until recently I had no idea if the way I was reading is productive or not, but after accomplishing my assignment for English class to read the texts from “On Creative Reading”, I tried to look at my reading process from a different angle.

Do you remember the first book you learned to read? Well, I do and it shaped me into the reader I am today. During my early years in elementary school, I began to learn about what reading was and how to read books. I always remember my kindergarten teacher reading “Love you forever” before I would go to nap time everyday. I eventually learned to read my favorite childhood book on my own. However, this was a problem when I didn't want to branch out and read books to better my reading skills. Reading and writing are such and important aspect in our lives that get abused every day. It may sound silly, but as a young child I came in contact with books that impacted me, changed me, and shaped me into the reader and writer I am today.

Where to begin? Literacy has been in invaluable part of my everyday life since I was a child. Whether public speaking, writing or reading; I can say that all three of these areas have been vital parts of my life that have been developed as time went on. However I did not accomplish this alone. Whenever there was writers block I always managed to find a source of inspiration. There were teachers, friends, and family who were always willing and able to guide me and motivate me to accomplish my goals. Throughout everything I can truly say I am glad that I have made it to today.

I sat in my fourth grade classroom staring at the bookshelf when suddenly I caught a glimpse of a dark blue book with a heroic being on the front. I lifted the heavy book and began reading Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief. As soon as I started I fell into this mythical world where gods, monsters, and heroes all existed. It was a rollercoaster through my emotions. The thrill. The suspense. The surprising new book had a grasp on me, to stop reading it would be difficult. I felt attached. As soon as I started, I finished. Devastated, my chase of this feeling has never stopped, no other book has given me the same fulfillment as Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief. As a young reader I would love to find the same joy and thrill (as I did back

Growing up it became apparent to me rather quickly that reading was not an option. Whether or not I particularly enjoyed it, I was going to have to do it – for the rest of my life. It was not until half way through high school that I began to value reading and writing. Before, I saw reading and writing as more of a chore, or something that I had to do. Though now, it is something that I have more of an appreciation for. Reading and writing have become an outlet for creativity, expression, stress, and much more.

My grandma and aunt taught me how to read before I started school as a kid. I did not like to read much as a kid in school. Reading helps a lot of people out even in school or something important. Reading now has gotten much easier for me as I have gotten older. My journey as a rader has helped me in school.

I would read for hours on end and still get frustrated when I reached a word that I could not understand or pronounce. Twelve years later, I am confident in my ability to read and write, and interpret language in a meaningful way that makes sense to not only me, but others. A solid education and the ability to read and write is something that we often take for granted in the United States, but it is important to take time to reflect on how fortunate we are as a society. It is true that a person can use the gift of literacy to make an impact in the world, just as I have tried to do by being a leader within my school and donating my time to charity. Knowing how to read has made me a better person and a better

I ‘ve never really given it much though, but reading and writing have a huge impact on the world. During my childhood years, my mother read the same book to me every night. In fact, she has started to read the book once again. Writing, as well, has also influenced my life too. For example, when I was little, I kept a journal of everything that happened to me at school and at home. Furthermore, my reading and writing skills started to develop more, and I was able to find myself because of journal writing. Reading and writing have played critical roles in my success in school.

When I was younger and I learned how to read, I did not realize that I was learning something that would change my life. I will never be able to recall ever learning this skill nor will I ever be able to pinpoint when it actually began to help me in my everyday life. What I do know is that without literacy living life would not be easy. When I go shopping and purchase a new shirt I do not think twice about what the shirt says. When I go out with my friends I do not hesitate before I type out a text to my mother telling her where I am

Reading is one of the most beneficial activities a man can do. Out of reading, man can be able to discover new things, concepts, places and people. More so, reading is a way to relax our mind and soul, going deeply through the world of story and improves our thinking and internalization process.

Writing has always been something I dread. It’s weird because I love talking and telling stories, but the moment I have to write it all down on paper, I become frantic. It’s almost as if a horse race just begun in my mind, with hundreds of horses, or words, running through my mind, unable to place them in chronological order. Because I struggle to form satisfying sentence structure, it takes me hours, sometimes even days, to write one paper. It’s not that I think I’m a “bad writer,” I just get discouraged easily. Needless to say, I don’t think highly of my writing skills. When I was little I loved to both read and write. I read just about any book I could get my hands on, and my journal was my go to for my daily adventures. Although it’s

In fact, reading and writing were major part in my life while growing up. My mother has always had a passion for gaining and sharing knowledge, so she chose to stay home with my brother and I to be a part of our knowledge growth. We looked forward to our weekly visits to the library where we intently listened to lively stories being read. My mother always felt that expressing creativity was a necessary part of development, so coloring books and writing journals were regularly scattered around the house. She listened to us as we read beginner books and asked questions in assurance we comprehended. She pushed my brother and I to strive at home, so we would be well prepared when we began school. Reminiscing, I’m thankful she took such an interest in guaranteeing we had our education.