My Passion In The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe

I don’t remember a day in which I haven’t read a short story or finished a 400-page chapter book. Reading and writing has always been apart of my life; it is my passion. I would have to say my passion started to grow when my mom would read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe every night to my siblings and me. The way she would change her voice for different characters or how she could read with such fluency was astonishing to my seven-year-old self. I have dyslexia with some of my letters, so I knew if I ever wanted to be like my mother, I would have to practice and practice. My mom would buy me books and have me read them out loud to the family, which sounds easy, but I was never a fan of reading out loud. I wasn’t the greatest at vocabulary,

I think of that quote with anything I am trying to master, even if it isn’t reading or writing related. I would constantly stay up way past my bedtime every night with my flashlight and a book whispering the words on the pages to the darkness. Perfect practice makes perfection. I was going to be the best reader out there. I never realized how long it would take until perfection would finally decide to show its face. In grade school I was put in a lower reading class because my reading skills weren’t hitting the standards of the other children in my grade. This naturally made me angry because I had been working so hard to improve my skills but it just wasn’t happening. I didn’t let some below grade level class define my reading skills and me. I would go to that class everyday and work on my reading skills and in my free time I would have my head stuck in a book quietly mumbling the words. I was determined to become better. I guess the saying hard work pays off is true. By the time I entered high school I was known for being the girl that would have her head stuck in a book carefully making her way down the hallway to her next