Why Is Reading Important To Me

When I entered kindergarten my reading journey began. I was introduced to the alphabet and three-letter sight words. Then in first grade my teacher would sit down with a

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.

If you couldn’t read or write, how would you tackle your daily life? Being literate is a crucial part of everyone’s life; reading and writing are essential for a person’s success. Every single day, it’s used, whether it’s for an Advanced Placement Language class or reading a billboard as you’re driving past. As a child, I grew up reading on a daily basis and I believe that I am as successful as I am on behalf of it. Countless memories have been created, thanks to the multiple books that have been read and the umpteen amount of papers that I’ve written. Throughout the numerous years of my education, my teachers and parents left a long lasting impact on my reading and writing skills.

Growing up, I was not a child who had interest in sitting down to read a book, like my mom. I am very grateful for my mom because she has pushed me to my limits with reading and writing. As a four year old child, the last thing on my mind was learning how to read. Every night, my mom would sit down with me and read for 15 minutes. She bought me a zebra finger pointer that I put on my index finger that guided me to follow along so, I would not lose my spot. Having my zebra helped my get through those dreadful 15 minutes.

Beginning in elementary school, I had a handful of adults that influenced me as a reader and writer. One of my teachers, who I had a close connection to, took the time to get to know me and help me to find books that would truly interest me. Her name was Mrs. Elwood, and she jump started my love for reading, although that would come to an end. The series she introduced me to was called “Geronimo Stilton” and I still remember that the text was written in a font that resembled the word that was being spelled. After Mrs. Elwood showed me those books, I enjoyed our weekly trips to the library. Another great thing about our elementary library was Mrs. Gasaway. As soon as all of us kids had finished checking out our books,

It may be cliché, but books have always held a spot close to my heart. When I was three I had a book called Bitsy Witch that went wherever I did. When I was seven, my mom read a chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone every night. In middle school, I worked my way through the entire children’s section at my local library. In high school, I took every English class offered, and when I entered college I to compromise with my family that I would also pursue a pre-professional program. My time outside of class was spent on my pre-professional degree until, my senior year in college. I took two classes that focused on children’s and young adult texts. Before those classes, I hadn’t realized that specializing in Children’s literature was

I do not think that my parents, especially my dad, had a great influence on me when it comes to reading. My mom, who loved to read, never could read because me and my little brother were so involve with sports so she did not have the time to read books. Later on our lives she started to read more books because I could drive myself from and to sporting events. My dad never liked to read and he still does not read anything unless it has something to do with sports. When I was a little kid I always wanted to do what my dad did. Since he did not read book, I thought why do I have to read books.

When I was around three years old, my mother stressed about the importance of being able to read. I remember not wanting to learn about the vowel and consonant sounds with her because she made it into a chore to sing my alphabets. I was home-schooled, so I grew up studying on my own. Before, my mom would be assigning me the homework. I never understood the books that I was told to read, so what I did was flipped to the back of the book for the answers. I became very good at it to the point that I noticed the answer for all the questions was, “Answer may vary.” I did not know what it meant, but I do know that it was the answer. When my mom checked on my work, she wasn’t happy.

Growing up with a mother who worked first shift, a father who worked third shift, and a brother nine months older than me, I had literally no one to teach me how to read. I would sit in the middle of the living room floor and hold a book upside down and pretend to read. I had no idea what was actually on the page but from the picture I was pretty spot on. I would read anything with pictures on it. My first reading encounter did not start off in an academic setting.

I had wonderful memories of reading and writing in my early childhood. My mother was the one who first taught me how to read. She would teach my brother, and I would just catch on. My mother pushed me to do good, but that wasn't hard, because I had always liked a challenge. I enjoyed reading any kid's genre, because nothing was inappropriate at that age. My favorite books were the Berenstain Bears and books by Dr. Seuss. I would flip through the pages and giggle at the stories, comparing them to reality. The book Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss is a book I remember having an impact on me. It might have been a little impact, but it taught me try things out before I judge them. I liked reading so much that I wrote my own book and read it to the class, who enjoyed it.

The word literacy to me, is being able to comprehend what a group of letters would mean together, basically is having good comprehension skills. One of many ways we can understand literacy, is to relate the word literature with every writing we do or read. Not only that, but in the world of literacy, having good writing skills can help the reader understand what you’re trying to get across. Even though literacy is associated with letters and words, a picture can also be a good example of it. When we see the logo of Facebook we know what it means, even though if it doesn’t have the complete word, our brain made the connections until your mind associated with the actual word. If you really think about it, we use literature in every part of our

My parents love to read, and they even have a newspaper that circulates all over the Valley. Growing up there were plenty of books readily available to us at home. My parents encouraged my siblings and I to read, but weren’t always there to read to us. They have always had their own business, and consequently worked very long hours to make it successful. They helped us with schoolwork whenever they were able, but reading reinforcement at home was not 100%. When I was little I remember being excited about going to school, and did not feel disadvantaged because I only spoke Spanish. I enjoyed going to school, and learning new things. While in kindergarten I picked up the English language quickly, and seemed to be right on track in school. I think that I was a pretty average student with typical learning strengths and weaknesses.

Have you ever had a teacher go above and beyond the call of duty? Not just the lesson of the day did you learn but a life lesson? To give you more confidence than what she has? I had her. And I am very fortunate to have someone like that in my life. She was the hero in my eyes. Even though she was a language arts teacher she taught me nobody is perfect. I was a quiet, and still am, leader. But when it came up to speaking in front of people, I was a mouse, still and silent. Since she is a reading teacher, it’s almost impossible to not teach about the love for books, and so I became almost immediately drawn into the excitement of reading.

Reading any books, always left me sleeping. I cannot finish reading non-fiction texts unless I find it so interesting. I understand the text more when I read slowly than reading it fast because I tend to be more focused when I read it slow than fast and I am able to take note as well while reading it. I am a passive reader because I usually read simply to get through the text or article and I pay a little attention in identifying the topic sentences and main ideas as I don’t find it interesting to read.

Reading is an activity we are constantly faced with from the moment we learn to do it basically, just like walking or sitting down. However, people learn to read in order to communicate, to express, and to project things that are hidden inside their own minds and they will not come out easily by just talking. One might need to think, deep enough, and find the words they were looking for. Afterward, it is up to the person to decide what to do with those words, of course, they want the words to be heard, but sometimes more is needed. It would be a waste of time if all that effort that was spent just for thinking ended up in a few words that will vanish in the air. Yes, maybe those words reached someone else’s heart and feelings, but more