My Writing Autobiography

I am one of those people who would be described as “bookish”. The moment a book has charmed me, I am fully enthralled in it. Throughout my life, my fondness for books has reflected on my reading and writing skills.
Early in my life, my literacy skills were already being developed. Having three older sisters who loved to read to and teach me helped exceedingly. My mother recalled that I knew the alphabet by age two, and by preschool was learning sight words and nursery rhymes. There were always hand-me-down books to read at home that I would flip through countless times. Nevertheless, my love for reading was not yet fully realized.
Elementary school was hands-down where I spent the utmost time reading. The library was full of books I was itching

I was reading at a level I was not mature enough for yet. Many of the books in the school library did not pique my interest anymore. One reason for this was the Harry Potter series. As long as I could remember, the people around me had praised these books. My mother is very religious and did not like me watching or reading anything with witchcraft. Nevertheless, in middle school I finally had the gall to read Harry Potter in secret. I went through it fairly quick, reading all day at school and leaving them in my locker. Getting impatient, I began bringing the books home and hiding them under my pillow, only to pull them out after everyone had gone to bed. I made it all the way to The Half Blood Prince before my mother found it in my room. Yelling ensued, tears were shed, but I finished the series regardless. I remember being so enthralled with how good the Harry Potter series was, other books just did not seem to measure up. In retrospect, it seems a bit ludicrous. For the next few years, I did not read as much. At age twelve, I ground to a halt. Certain events in my life at the time were making it difficult to focus on much. I spent all my free time on the computer, playing games and video chatting. I still read on occasion, but I had fallen out of love for most interests. Books scarcely crossed my mind until I finally got to high