Personal Narrative: My Love Of Reading And Writing

Reading and writing have been and always will be a part of my life. At a very young age I used to love the both of them. I would write stories about monsters and fantasy worlds and I would read about them too. Slowly as I grew older my ability to write so creatively just withered away. Writing soon became only for school purposes. My love for reading continued, but I was no longer reading about the fantasy worlds with unicorns and fairies, instead I became keen to reading crime fiction. Although I had a love for it, it no longer became something I would do daily, it is now done whenever I have the chance to.

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.” (George R. R. Martin). I believe the previous quote is very true due to my own experiences as a reader. When I was younger I loved to read and when I found a book that was truly interesting, I found myself lost in it. I would lose myself in every aspect of the story and tried my

hardest to finish the book that night or at least finish it as soon as possible. My father is a lector at our church and he always made the act of reading very present in my family. The fact that my father would read to us every night and make it fun at the same time made my siblings and I love reading at a young age. As I got older, things changed the fantasy that I would get entrapped in as a child was no longer entertaining and I slowly lost interest in reading for a while. Quickly I discovered crime fiction and fell in love with reading all over again.
“Writing is easy.

All you have to do is cross out the wrong words.” (Mark Twain). Creative writing is no longer as easy as it was for me when I was younger. As a child I wrote many stories including monsters, fairies, princesses and anything else my imagination came up with. It used to be something I would do when I was bored and had nothing else to do. Now writing is only something I do for school, it is no longer something I do to pass the time and have fun creatively. All the stories I came up with would easily flow out of me and now it takes a long time for me to actually come up with something. As a child the person I would go to for help with all my stories was my father. My father is also a writer, he loves writing poems, songs and stories whenever he has the chance. He was the one that would make me want to become a great writer. To this day he still pushes me to continue with the love that I had for writing as a child, but sadly it is no longer that easy for me to sit down and

write.