Reflection Of Reading

Although at the time, I didn’t know how to read nor did I really care about the words that represented the pictures. All that I cared about were the brightly colored pictures that took up the page. As time went on, I had to learn to read. I can remember being in kindergarten getting all worked up if I couldn’t read as well as others. But I never gave up. Each grade I would grow a little bit more in my literacy. While in second grade, I remember that we had reading groups and each group would go to a different class. The class that I got put in was reading the story Junie B. Jones. I was in heaven! I found the book that I enjoyed and would read every single page of it! I loved that book so much that I had my mom get almost the entire

Last week we wrote a blog and one of the questions was “How did you learn to read and write?”  I found this question interesting because I never had really thought about the moment when I actually learned how to read and write. My mom was the first person to expose me to reading and writing. A popular tactic she did to make sure I was staying engaged was to read aloud stories and make me follow along with her. My mom would read me many different stories like Tarzan, Bambi, Aladdin, Peter Pan, Lion King, The Jungle Book, and Hercules. whatever I wanted to listen and follow along with, she would read with me. This really helped with my want to read. The books contained a lot of adventure, which made it easy as a kid to follow along with. I became to gain an imagination and then all of a sudden reading was easier.

    As a child I was a very eager learner, I always wanted to learn new things to feed my brain. My desire to learn how to read started when I was introduced to the book, “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?” Since I didn't have the ability to read at that age, I would ask my mom to

My parents have told me that when I was a toddler I would take books off the shelf and "read" them for hours. At the time I had no idea what the books were about, and would leaf through the pages looking for pictures and familiar words (such as "firetruck," suffice to say I didn't recognize very many).

As a six-month-old baby books had opened up a whole entire new world of experience for me. My inspiration to learn how to read and write was encouraged by my Mother and Grandmother. This is because they read out loud to me before bed occasionally and gave me the best time of my life by introducing me to a library. By two years of age I developed speech and other communication skills. This helped me understand and develop a favorite book, “PJ Funny Bunny,” and I would stare at the pages pretending I was reading them. I would continually pretend to read with other Dr. Seuss books, Smurf pop-up books (I imagined I was a part of these for hours), sniff & scratches, and sensory books. I had just begun

The earliest I have of myself reading is in early kindergarten. Vividly, I remember parking my butt right in front of my decaying bookshelf. The white shelves was filled with skinny books placed in our kitchen (at the time my family lived in a small apartment, so the entrance near the kitchen was the only place to put it). At the time, I picked books of the bottom shelf and try to read the whole stack. I absolutely loved reading when I was younger. Yet somehow, whether or not it was because I was forced to read in school, or over a gradual slump- my passion died out. Nevertheless, my younger self was infatuated with reading, and it might as well be worth sharing.

Some of my earliest memories are those of my mother and grandmother reading stories to me before bed. At three and four years old I loved the stories they would read. Being introduced to Dr. Seuss and Curious George instilled a love for these fictional worlds where strange and silly things happened. I read constantly during elementary school on into early high school where I began to fall in love with biographies and historical nonfiction. During this time I also began my complicated journey of learning to write. Writing was not as easy for me to enjoy, but eventually, I did find some joy in it. There were many things which happened between the age of 4 and 19 that made me the literate person I am today.

My dad was always interested in plays and poetry, as well as reading about history. My mom was a very good student in highschool and throughout college, so she read many books and appreciated the literature she was introduced to over the years. Naturally, when they had me, their firstborn, literature would soon become a part of my life. I had to ask my mother about how I first learned to read, or how I was first introduced to literature at all, because I don't remember something so long ago. She said "I read to you even when you were in my stomach, so maybe I was just reading to myself, but I know that I read to you every night. After you were born too, and probably even a few years or so after you'd learned to read on your own." So, the idea of literature has always been a part of my life, since I was in my mom's stomach. The older I grew, the more I loved to read. The reading of bedtime stories became a nightly routine. Although we had an extensive selection of children's books at my house, it seemed that we were always getting more. I was enthralled by the movie Beauty and The Beast, so one day my mom surprised me with the book version. I was only 2 or 3 at the time. I would make my mom read that book over and over to me every night. I made her read it to me so much, that I eventually memorized it. I was only 3, so my mom thought that I was some sort of toddler genius, until she

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

Finally with all that went on I learned how to read like Ozzie knew how to fly, so we both learned how to do something that we both didn't know how to before. Unlike Ozzie who was lazy but wise, I was wise but not lazy. By the time my mother had read it ten times over I knew how to read it, but I just wanted to be lazy and have my mother read it instead. Because it is much more fun when someone else reads you a book. Another thing I discovered at an early age about the book is that animals could not talk just neigh, bark, baa, quack and oink, so reading can teach you two things about fantasy and

My reading journey began at a very early age and was kickstarted by my family. My mother and father encouraged me to read as soon as I could do it by myself. However, I am unable to give all the credit to my parents. As soon as I could read I devoured books at a break neck speed whenever I got free time. Books became an island of fantasy where I would take my private jet mind to whenever I was stressed. I may have been exposed to reading by my family, but I lovingly drowned myself in a sea of literature as soon as I was able.

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

My reading process overall is very strong and went smoothly. As I read I annotated the pages and this helped me stay more focused and connected with the reading. Today it was hard for me after I went to the bathroom and came back to the reading because I disconnected from the reading and had to try and dive straight back in. I also put my cell phone far away from me when I read or do homework so that I will not be tempted to look at the phone instead of completing my reading.

I have always had a passion for reading even as a baby I liked to be read to. I have my wonderful mother, and older brother, to thank for introducing the concept to me at such a young age. My mother volunteered in my brother’s kindergarten class and brought me along when I was around two and a half. Seeing older kids learning to read made me want to learn too, I worked with my mother and learned how to read short books by myself, around the same time. I progressed through my time in preschool working above my class’ reading level and finally at age four I finished my first chapter book, Junie B. Jones and the Yucky Blucky Fruitcake. Skipping ahead I began reading everyday as much as I could. Trips to the library became weekly, and trips to the school library became daily. I read aloud to my cat at night, and then at recess during the day. I finished book after book, loving them all, but in the third grade I finally read the one book I’ve ever ha

It all started when I was young. I never really knew what gave me the love and proficiency to read books, because I had always displayed an interest from the start. My parents vividly recall my first words: Lesboc. Not mommy or daddy, but rather a species of rare goat would be the first word which I uttered. Simply reading a sign at the zoo once would allow words to resonate within me for such a long time, and this perplexing event would prove to be only a small foreshadowing of my reading experience.