I learned to read by lots of influence from my mother. She has always been a reader and as a little girl I wanted to be just like her. She would be on the couch or in her bed with a book in her hand. I would then go grab a book from my room and lay down with her and pretend to read until she would finish her own chapter and read to me. I have very fond memories of her always reading to my brother and I. My mother made it a priority for us to be good readers. She would go over sight words with us every day and we never went to bed without a goodnight story. She would have designated quiet time for us and we would have to find a spot and sit there for an hour and either read, write or draw. As a young child, I had a lot of anxiety. I went to a therapist who showed me many different techniques to try to relax and clear my mind, but none of them seemed to work. Using our scheduled …show more content…
Personally, I relate to the stories of the children who were encouraged to read. Olga Nelson remembers that, “her family was a reading family” (Brandt 24), which is exactly what my family also was. Having parents who encouraged me to love to read plays a big part in how I view reading and why it is such a big part in my life. My mother relates to Hope Moore when she says that “she encouraged her daughter to read because it kept her busy, but she never would have thought to said “Go write something in your novel” for the purpose of learning.” My mother did learn to read at home, but it wasn’t because her parents valued it. It was viewed as something they had to do rather then something that could be pleasurable priority. She didn’t have the type of resources I did to further her love of reading as a child. In my own house, I had all types of books everywhere, that I could read at any time. In my grandparent’s home, they have books, but most of them are old books that belong to my grandfather that are not supposed be
My parents have always stressed the importance of reading. Throughout my whole life, they have motivated me to read and they have encouraged me to find books that I find interesting to read. Because of their encouragement, I am an avid reader today. When I was a child, just starting to enjoy reading I liked to read books that were fiction. Some of my favorite books to read as a child are series that I still love today and I think I still have every book in each series stored in my attic. They are The Boxcar Children, Junie B. Jones, and The Magic Tree House.
We were also required to read a certain amount of books to test on and write stories of our own. This meant that we had to take our knowledge to the test and find books that would interest us. As we went to the library once every week I was very eager to read many different books. I would go home and read so that I could try and finish books as fast as I could. Since I had nothing else to do as a child I always read after finishing my homework. Reading was my favorite thing to do because it kept me from feeling lonely or bored. My parents would see that I was trying my best to read as much as I could, which made them proud of me. They knew that I was capable of becoming a good reader and
The idea of literature being an important aspect of life has always been greatly prevalent in my upbringing. This notion that I supported was spurred on at the cause of my obstinate parents insisting upon my reading of two books a week to benefit my vocabulary and to develop the articulate thought process of a skilled reader. As a young child, my biggest influences were my parents’ passionate and persuasive ideas regarding the correlation between
My dad taught me that books could be my teachers, my mom taught me that our backyard could be my classroom, and my sister showed me that you could bring books into the swimming pool. I did not know it when I would spend hours in the pool reading a book that my parents weren’t encouraging it in vain, but my family life, for good reason, was centered on books. We were the planets orbiting around one sun that was the bookshelf. Little did I know that books would be the catalyst to academic success in my early life, and I owe it all to my family. Although a life with a book in your nose might seem boring, I was never bored. Living through the characters vicariously, I explored Narnia with Lucy, attended Hogwarts with Harry, and rode dragons with Eragon. Of course
As a child, I have always been fond of reading books. My mother would read to me every single night before I went to bed and sometimes throughout the day. It was the most exciting time of the day when she would open the cabinet, with what seemed to be hundreds of feet tall, of endless books to choose from. When she read to me, I wanted nothing more than to read just like her. Together, we worked on reading every chance we had. Eventually I got better at reading alone and could not put a book down. Instead of playing outside with my brothers during the Summer, I would stay inside in complete silence and just read. I remember going to the library with my mom on Saturdays, and staying the entire day. I looked forward to it each and every week.
Throughout my childhood I was never very good at reading. It was something I always struggled with and I grew to not like reading because of this. As a child my mom and dad would read books to me before I went to bed and I always enjoyed looking at the pictures and listening. Then, as I got older my mom would have me begin to read with her out loud. I did not like this because I was not a good reader and I would get so frustrated. During this time I would struggle greatly with reading the pages fluently, I also would mix up some of the letters at times. I also struggled with comprehension, as I got older. My mom would make me read the Junie B. Jones books by myself and then I would have to tell her what happened. Most
Growing up in working class family, my mom worked all the time for the living of a big family with five kids, and my dad was in re-education camp because of his association with U.S. government before 1975. My grandma was my primary guardian. “Go to study, go to read your books, read anything you like to read if you want to have a better life,” my grandma kept bouncing that phrase in my childhood. It becomes the sole rule for me to have better future. I become curious and wonder what the inside of reading and write can make my life difference. In my old days, there was no computer, no laptop, no phone…etc, to play or to spend time with, other than books. I had no other choice than read, and read and tended to dig deep in science books, math books, and chemistry books. I tended to interest in how the problem was solved. I even used my saving money to buy my own math books to read more problems and how to solve the problem. I remembered that I ended up reading the same math book as my seventh grade teacher. She used to throw the challenge questions on every quiz to pick out the brighter student. There was few students know how to solve those challenge questions. I was the one who fortunately nailed it every single time. My passion and my logic for reading and writing came to me through that experience, and also through my grandma and my mom who plant the seed in me, who want their kids to have happy and better life than they were. In my own dictionary, literacy is not just the ability to read and write, it is a strong foundation to build up the knowledge to have better life, to become who I am today.
As young girl I growing up I do not remember my parents or brother reading just for the enjoyment. The only parent I would ever see reading anything was my father and usually that would be the bible because he would have a lesson to teach at church. My mother till this day I have yet to see her read a book period. Do not get me wrong my mother does know how to read but does not find it enjoying at all therefore if it not a necessity she refuses to do it. And there is my brother, who I would see reading but that was only because he had a book report to complete.
My cousin and I would sit on her lap, and listen to her read to us. She also began to help us learn how to read ourselves. She would point to a word in a book, help me sound it out, and then encourage me to try on my own. Although I was never great at doing this, that is the first time I remember ever beginning to sound out words in books. Of course, as I grew older, my parents began reading every night to me.
My Literacy Experience Everyone’s first experience with literature goes all the way back to elementary school. In order to do anything successfully, a person must first master the basics. Reading and writing require that you first learn the alphabet, how to pronounce letters, and how to put those letters together to form words. As a child I struggled with these basics, and so that discouraged me to the point of where I did not even want to try. If it was not for my grandmother, parents, and the realization that not being able to read will lead to failure, I would not enjoy literature as much as I do today.
Throughout my life, reading and writing were a positive thing because of the support from the people around. I was never really the confident or extroverted type of person back in the day. This then caused me to be anxious when I read or be doubtful of what I wrote. I can still remember breaking balls of sweats and tensing up whenever I had to read something aloud in elementary. It was a pretty big social problem for me but I can also recall many times where I was laughing and having fun while doing something with reading or writing with my mother. Although there have been many things that affected me so far in my literary journey, my mother has been the most supportive and impactful person to me by reading short stories, going to the library, and giving me writing prompts. One of the activities I liked to do before I fell asleep was to read.
Reading was never something I fussed about growing up. As a child, I loved genres of realistic fiction. I was hooked on The New Adventures of Mary Kate and Ashley, Goosebumps, The Amazing Days of Abby Hayes, Judy Moody, and especially, Zoobooks and Highlights magazines. My mother was always ready to help build my reading and writing skills. She took me to the library constantly to feed my passion for books and knowledge. I loved exploring the shelfs, organizing the books, and filling up my library cart. I tried keeping a diary in elementary school to keep track of my outings with my parents and grandparents to museums, zoos, movies, and libraries. This flash of writing enthusiasm was spun from books I read in the 4th and 5th grade that were
Although, I learned to love reading late in my life, it has rewarded me with an expanded imagination. As a young child my mother often read to me in bed involving colorful children’s stories with dinosaurs or animals. Transitioning from kindergarten to first grade, our class began to read from textbooks, subsequently, I couldn't follow the reader and it was challenging to retain information regarding the book.
My parents have read to me since before I can remember. They valued reading and books so when I was born, I was immersed in a world of reading. In the morning, I watched my parents read the paper and in the evening I watched them read magazines and their own books. When I went to daycare, I was read to. My parents would take me on weekly trips to the local library where I would pick from the seemingly inexhaustible amount of books available to me. At home, we had more
Later, in elementary school, I was limited to specific books based on my “reading level.” I was discouraged from reaching for interesting higher level books and stripped of my freedom to adventure through their stories. Experiences like these, both in home and in school, have shaped my outlook on reading in positive and negative ways. A child’s interest in and motivation to read books for enjoyment is not only determined by his or her teacher’s understanding of how they learn, but also by their parents’ attitude toward reading. As an elementary school student, I was kept from reading the things I liked and reading at my own pace.