What I Learned How To Read At The Age Three

My dad taught me to read when I was four. Both him and my mom wanted me have a head start when school started. He worked nights at the time so he arrived home early in the morning. As soon as I woke up in the morning, he would pull out one

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 dad started reading to me when I was around the age of four or five. I was specifically interested in the book How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight?. My dad read that to me probably every night for two months, until I could “read” it back to him. The reason “read” is in quotations is because I really only memorized the book and the order he would say the words, but looking back now, I think I give a lot of credit for that time in helping me stay ahead in my reading classes. Being able to recognize what certain words looked like helped me make new words and build sentences a little quicker than most kids my age.

When I was a kid, I learned how to read and write from my mother. My mother was really patient to teach me how to read and write. I was so excited to learn that from my mother. At first, I learned how to read and write, a, b, c, etc. Then I learned to spell alphabetic with a for apple, b for banana, c for crayon, etc. My mother never gave up to teach me and I tried my best to know what she said to me.

My ability to read and write has immensely improved throughout the years of being a student. For others their first steps to literacy began in elementary however mine were before I was enrolled into kindergarten. My mom would buy me books and spend a few hours everyday teaching me how to read. She became a card holder at the public library which allowed me to checkout books outside of school and saved money. My mom has been my biggest supporter towards excelling in school and literacy has been a major aspect I have grown to accept. At the early age of five I found literacy to be exciting and an escape from reality.

I had so many events growing up as a kid but the most of it all would be learning how to read. Once upon a time in my life, I had no idea about how to write let alone know how to read a book. Personally, I was taught how to read by an uncle called Isaac. This uncle would always sit me down at home to teach me how to read whether I felt like reading or not. You can call it “home education.” I remember vividly of how Uncle Ike as we the kids call him especially me would always buy story books from town and would see to it that I read it but the best of it all is about taking you to a trip or buying you some clothes if I was able to read it properly and with much fluidity of the words. At first, I use to battle with myself when reading because I felt I was in a different world aside being in my normal world all because of how difficult reading was to me. Uncle Ike would always beat me if I read or pronounce a sentence or a word wrongly.

I began to have a strong interest in reading at a very young age. It began to grow in the first grade. At my elementary school we had trips to the library, where we would choose a book to read. I always found myself reading the Junie B. Jones books, those were my favorite books to read as child. Just like any first grader I struggled with certain words that I could not pronounce, but I continued to read because I enjoyed it. Although I struggled, reading

As a child, I could not talk very well, but my mom helped me with reading. My mom read to me almost every night. I struggled with reading, but different people helped me. I never read to my self as a child, but my mom read to me. I remember this one book she read to me called Judy B. Jones by Barbara Park, and I fell in love with it so she went to store and bought me more Judy B. Jones books. Then finally she saw I liked Doctor Seuss and brought more books he wrote. My mom would always try to go out of her way to make sure I was reading on my grade level.

My earliest memories of learning to read begin with my brother teaching me the basics of reading before kindergarten. My brother was 11 months younger than me but he was able to read and I could not. At a young age this was extremely beneficial while also humiliating because I felt as if I were extremely behind the learning

While the Teach-Me-Reader was a large piece of learning to read, it was not the only piece. I have a Mother who also enjoys reading and has always made it a priority. My earliest childhood memories are of her reading to me in the car and at home. In the car, I can remember asking her what the words said on signs as we drove past them, and I can remember her reading and spelling them out to me. Later as I got older she started quizzing me on some of the signs that we frequently passed on our way to the store or to my Grandma’s house. I can also remember her doing similar things as she read to me, pointing out and then quizzing me on

As was stated before, my parents were very impactful when it comes to me learning how to read. Both my mom and my dad enjoyed reading as I was growing up and similar to all kids I wanted to be like them. Growing up, my house was full of books, whether they were books for me and my brother or books for my parents, which made me want to learn to read so I could read as many of them as I wanted and more. My parents would read to me to help me learn and I loved that as

The origin of my reading career took place when I was five years old at a Target in Highland, Indiana. My grandmother always took me to Target and would encourage me to learn to read. She would take me to the literacy section and allowed me to choose five books to look at while she was shopping. After my grandmother finished her shopping, she would allow me to bring home one book each time. When we arrived home my grandmother would sit next to me and read the book I chose to take home. She would say a sentence from the book and have me repeat the sentence that she said. This experience sculpted my interest in reading books, but it caused issues with my comprehension. My grandmother would only teach me how to say the words and form them

I do not recall my parents ever reading to me while growing up. Reading has not been important for my family, so it was not important to me. I remember learning how to read in elementary school mainly, just because my teacher taught me how to read and write. Although I liked school, I did not like to read, because it was not something I was used to doing. Neither of my parents finished elementary school, so they do not know how to read and barely knew to write. Factors such as being an English Language Learner, moving to a new school, and having trouble with reading has affected, and shaped, me into the reader I am today.

I do not remember much, as I began learning how to read when I was in daycare around the age of three, however I do know that my parents and my teachers in daycare taught me in ways that align with Correspondence theories. I received a lot of one-on-one reading sessions where either my parents, or teacher(s), would read a story to me. They then would allow me to explore the book and recreate the story myself. I was shown a few letters at a time, or a chunk, and was taught what each letter was, as well as it's respective sound. I then was taught how to sound out words that used the letters that I had just learned, such as "dog". I also recall my parents and teachers asking me what words rhyme with the word that I had just sounded out. I learned small concepts, that built on my mastered concepts, at a time, and used these concepts to read appropriate books for my skill level. Once mastered, I would learn more, then more, and