As a small child, I have very little memory of reading. As I grew older, I have much more precise memories of reading, as I enjoyed it thoroughly. From the age of only six months old to the age of three, I stayed with my aunt. She would read books to me, not that I could understand at such a young age, but I did enjoy the pictures. As I began to get older, around the age of three, I began to pick up on key words in books, especially books that contained pictures to help me better understand. My cousin and I would sit on her lap, and listen to her read to us. She also began to help us learn how to read ourselves. She would point to a word in a book, help me sound it out, and then encourage me to try on my own. Although I was never great at doing this, that is the first time I remember ever beginning to sound out words in books. Of course, as I grew older, my parents began reading every night to me. I remember one of my favorite bedtime stories was a story called “The Tractor Stuck in the Mud”. I enjoyed this book because of the pictures that were included, and the way my dad use to tell it to me. He would put much enthusiasm and excitement into the book which always made …show more content…
We would have to read outloud a very small sentence as our test. Depending on how fast we could understand the sentence determined which reading level we were on. At this age, I loved reading and spent much of my time outside school practicing. I, of course, wanted to be the best reader in my class. That was always my goal. After much practice and reading outside of school, practicing with my parents, reading short sentences and stories to them, I achieved my goal. I was the best reader in my class. I was always placed in the top reading level. This made me feel good about my knowledge of books and my level of reading and understanding. This also encouraged me to continue practicing my reading and only becoming
My parents have always stressed the importance of reading. Throughout my whole life, they have motivated me to read and they have encouraged me to find books that I find interesting to read. Because of their encouragement, I am an avid reader today. When I was a child, just starting to enjoy reading I liked to read books that were fiction. Some of my favorite books to read as a child are series that I still love today and I think I still have every book in each series stored in my attic. They are The Boxcar Children, Junie B. Jones, and The Magic Tree House.
Back when I was an infant, my mom loved reading books to me. She read the wonderful books from The Chronicles of Narnia such as The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Prince Caspian, The Horse and His Boy, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, as I snuggled
As a child, I have always been fond of reading books. My mother would read to me every single night before I went to bed and sometimes throughout the day. It was the most exciting time of the day when she would open the cabinet, with what seemed to be hundreds of feet tall, of endless books to choose from. When she read to me, I wanted nothing more than to read just like her. Together, we worked on reading every chance we had. Eventually I got better at reading alone and could not put a book down. Instead of playing outside with my brothers during the Summer, I would stay inside in complete silence and just read. I remember going to the library with my mom on Saturdays, and staying the entire day. I looked forward to it each and every week.
Throughout my childhood I was never very good at reading. It was something I always struggled with and I grew to not like reading because of this. As a child my mom and dad would read books to me before I went to bed and I always enjoyed looking at the pictures and listening. Then, as I got older my mom would have me begin to read with her out loud. I did not like this because I was not a good reader and I would get so frustrated. During this time I would struggle greatly with reading the pages fluently, I also would mix up some of the letters at times. I also struggled with comprehension, as I got older. My mom would make me read the Junie B. Jones books by myself and then I would have to tell her what happened. Most
Some early memories I have of reading are very few. My mother loved to read, but she hardly ever had a lot of time to read to me while being a full-time worker and a younger first-time mom. I do remember her reading me books with fussy pictures like a book about animals and their fur. Books like that helped so that I had a better
When I was younger, about five years of age, I had started using a reading and communication program called Hooked on Phonics, a program you can use at home that teaches a young child to be able to sound letters and words. Eventually at older ages, this program introduces you
It was dark , I couldn’t see anything , I was running around trying to find people but I couldn't find anybody . Here’s the story about how I got lost playing hide and seek in the dark in the corn fields . It was the scariest thing I have ever done I was 13 years old . I tried to be the tough kid and say that I would be it first , that was the dumbest thing I have ever done . It was my sister Lizzie, her friend Sydney ,and my friend Chance . We had one rule that you can only stay in the corn fields . So they told me to start counting to 50 so I did . They took off.
I learned to read by lots of influence from my mother. She has always been a reader and as a little girl I wanted to be just like her. She would be on the couch or in her bed with a book in her hand. I would then go grab a book from my room and lay down with her and pretend to read until she would finish her own chapter and read to me. I have very fond memories of her always reading to my brother and I.
I also remember as young girl learning how to read and my favorite book that I could quote word for word was “Green Eggs and Ham” by Dr.Suess. I loved that book so much I still have that today. As I got older my love for reading and books started to diminish, I went to a private school for my elementary years and their curriculum was very intense. It was required to read a book from their approved list and complete a book report each summer before the school year began. Not to mention the numerous books reports I would have to complete during the school. At an early age books and reading was something I had to do and not what I wanted to do.
I was four years old when our house was destroyed. I didn't understand why but I could remember when the big red tractor came belching its smoke, gleaming in the hot midday sunshine, and rolling over the landscape plowing long furrows in perfect unison. Years later they told me it was the bank - the monster that lived and breathed profits from the land. We lived on that land and worked it until it was exhausted. I was still in the womb when the drought came with its monstrous black clouds of dust that enveloped the landscape. Pa said that the storms caused the land to be barren of profit. When the profit ceased, the bank found other means to satisfy its never-ending appetite for the financial food known to farmers as profit.
The earliest memories I have of being read to were always positive memories. I remember in the seventh grade after lunch time, always at three in the afternoon sharp. Our teacher would gather us together in a little spot dedicated just for reading. We had some bean bags and comfortable chairs facing her ready to hear the new and exciting story she would read for us that day. I loved listening to my teacher reading us a mystery or sometimes a very funny story. Other days we could pick our own book which I loved. I remember several times been so indecisive on what to read. Every book seemed interesting and some didn’t but I was afraid I would be judging the book by its cover and would lose the good time of reading a scary or amazing story.
One of the earliest memories a child may have is of someone reading them a bedtime story. Children’s stories have always been a big part of child development. Every year new stories are being made and spread to the homes of children all over the world. Each new age of children are hearing different stories than the last. Children’s books have evolved in many ways from around the 1950s up to only ten years ago.
Memories are things that shape our feelings and what we chose work on for many, if not all, different subjects. The most affluent memory I have concerning reading was that I remember reading books such as the Eragon and the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series. These memories are the earliest I have of reading and because I enjoyed them so much I have been very fond of reading many different books. I cannot remember anything about reading before these books, which was sometime around the 4th grade, so the memories have influenced me to enjoy reading a more fantasy style. All of my favorite books and stories have been fantasy and I believe this to be the case because of the major influence of the Eragon books, which fascinated me, that I read early on. Before reading the fantasy genre of books I do not remember
Although, I learned to love reading late in my life, it has rewarded me with an expanded imagination. As a young child my mother often read to me in bed involving colorful children’s stories with dinosaurs or animals. Transitioning from kindergarten to first grade, our class began to read from textbooks, subsequently, I couldn't follow the reader and it was challenging to retain information regarding the book.
My parents have read to me since before I can remember. They valued reading and books so when I was born, I was immersed in a world of reading. In the morning, I watched my parents read the paper and in the evening I watched them read magazines and their own books. When I went to daycare, I was read to. My parents would take me on weekly trips to the local library where I would pick from the seemingly inexhaustible amount of books available to me. At home, we had more