Red Fish Reflection

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Reading was a rewarding distraction from the real world growing up, I painfully awaited until I had possession of the next book. Although I don't remember much, I do recall reading millions of books with my parents each and every night. My brother and I scrambled to see who could get to the bookshelf first. A library sat upon us, piled and filled to the top with books; collections from book fairs, hand me downs from older family members, and gifts. Out of all the stories to choose from, of course, I always happened to snatch the same one…”One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish” Dr. Seuss was my all time favorite! The rhymes, the characters, the goofy plot line, I loved, everything about it. The pages were wrinkled from overuse, just like …show more content…

Starting out, when I was a tiny little kid, I always leaned toward reading the books with the flashiest looking covers and pictures inside. I quickly scanned, and flipped through all of the pages to approve the book for myself. One of my most cherished was “The Rainbow fish”. The cover had a big sparkly fish filled with vivid colors. What kid wouldn't pick this book up? “Rainbow Fish” caught my attention every time. Reading with pictures helped me enjoy and understand what I was reading. As I started to get older, I tended to gravitate towards the books that turned into movies. I would scurry to get the books done, so I could go see the movie as soon as possible ( my parents rules, I had to read the book first). Seemed like a million years to finish each one. Hoping my thoughts would compare, but that was never the case, frustration set in every movie I watched. They were always completely different from each other. Characters never looked how I imagined them and they always were missing parts of the book. But, I guess that was the fun part right? To watch the story come alive on a screen. Throughout high school, I usually selected the same types of books as my friends and what was popular at the

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