Personal Narrative: My Love Of Reading

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For as long as I can remember, I always loved to read. It is hard for find me without a book, even as a child. I recently displayed an interest in writing, however. I am particularly a quiet person. I would rather listen than speak most times. As a result, I often keep my thoughts to myself. Writing is my way of freeing those thoughts from my brain. Furthermore, reading and writing is one of the simplest pleasures in my life. Additionally, I don’t remember the exact time I learned how to read but I do remember that it was before kindergarten. My mother is an avid reader. She loves to read anything she can get her hands on, especially romance novels. I like to think I get my love for reading from her. I remember every week my mother and I would go to the public library in Collins and pick out a book to read together. The book I remember the most is Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss. We would sit on her bed and read the book together. I remember that book as the first …show more content…

My classes don’t usually assign books to read or even chapters in our book to read. They are more focused on giving us notes to study, building our vocabulary or improving our ACT scores. School hasn’t played a big part in my reading experiences as much as my writing. The teachers were more focused on making sure we could write and comprehend rather than us reading books. My family is the other way around. They don’t mind reading but they do not usually write for pleasure. They write for work, school, or not at all. It is not something that is encouraged so when I get a writing assignment at school, I never complain. It did not matter if it was three different essays on human cloning, a journal, or MLA format essays. I loved to write. Especially if it was about my own opinions. Writing and reading is something I’d never get tired of. Even when I am 32 and hopefully working at a nice school as a teacher I will love to write and to

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