Personal Narrative: Junie B. Jones And The Stupid Smelly Bus

It was years ago when I finally found my love for reading. I was new to Groom School and hadn’t quite made that many friends.
One day everything changed. My new teacher told everyone to line up. I followed at the end of the line to a place right down the hallway where I discovered my lifeline for third grade. The library. I had always loved reading little books and getting read to ,but I had never gotten to check out a book in my own name. I was ecstatic. I found a book that interested me. “Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus.” I immediately checked it out and took it home I couldn’t wait to read it. Little did I know I would have trouble and it was a lot harder than I thought.
As soon as I got home I sat in my little recliner with my book ,and started to try and read it. I was upset at first because I wasn’t as fast as people who had read to me were. It was a lot harder that it looked. I wasn’t yet used to all the words and when I was at Lamar I did have trouble reading a little bit.
I was still sitting there for what felt like hours until I finally got halfway through the first chapter.
“I might as well just give up, and go and get a different book” I thought

I was just about to close my book when my mom walked in.

“What are you reading?” My mom asked when she saw my book in my hand
“Nothing anymore, it’s too hard”
“Nothing is too hard it just takes practice.” She told me “Try reading it outloud instead of reading it in your head.”
It took me awhile, but finally I started to get faster. I read every time I got. Out loud. In the car. At recess. Eventually I even read in my head.
I read a lot of the Junie B Jones book my mom brought home for me. I may not have been as fast as my family was, but for me I was fast enough. I had made my very first friends at the library and even though I knew they weren’t real I knew I always had characters in my books. My favorite place to this day is in any library surrounded by all my

friends.