Storytelling One of my first memories, was reading a story with my mother while she rocked me to sleep. I vividly remember being wrapped in a blanket my hair still damp from my bath, being cozy in my footsie pajamas. She read me Blueberries for Sal, with every page I remember becoming more and more enthralled in the story. At that young age, My imagination danced with the endless possibilities of where a book could take me. As I got older my love of books took off, I would spend hours at the library checking out books by the dozen. I loved everything, there was no subject or book I wouldn’t give a chance. My mother nurtured my love of reading, spending hours reading with me discussing the morals and lessons that were outlined in each book. She used them to teach me about the world, from how to handle disappointment, to how to interact with my peers. Every time I open a book I remember the comfort and love I felt when I was little, I could …show more content…
I was always expected to other people’s needs before my own and my mother used this took to explain the me how to be a selfless giving person. Another book that stick out in my mind from my childhood is The Rainbow Fish. The illustrations where beautiful and it caught my attention as small child. The moral of the story is beautiful, it is about selfish adorned with colorful scales, who learned to give his scales away. By sharing his gifts with his new friends he makes the ocean a better place. It is a great story to teach about the importance of community and the value of generosity. Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day was a book I despised as a child. I could not understand why my mom loved the book, and why Alexander could not just be happy. Later I realizes that she was trying to teach me that some days are just horrible and that is just how life is sometimes. She told me that today might me horrible but tomorrow always has the possibility of being a better
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.
This book really brings to light the neglect that some people are raised with. The thought that someone could come out of such a negligent past with compassion and understanding instead of bitterness is truly inspiring.... ... middle of paper ... ...
Has a book ever made you sympathetic towards a character? A true story, A Child Called “It” by Dave Peltzer is the most heart wrenching novel someone could read. In the book, a little boy described his family to be perfect until his mother is diagnosed with depression and begins to drink. At the age of 4, Dave’s mother starts to abuse him and only him. His brothers never got to experience the bad side of their mother like Dave did because his brothers would abuse him as well. He had to wear the same clothes everyday, he did not get to eat dinner with the rest of his family and he had to sleep in the garage on a coat. Prior to reading this book, I was very uneducated about the seriousness of child abuse. Reading this book changed my perception
I began to read not out of entertainment but out of curiosity, for in each new book I discovered an element of real life. It is possible that I will learn more about society through literature than I ever will through personal experience. Having lived a safe, relatively sheltered life for only seventeen years, I don’t have much to offer in regards to worldly wisdom. Reading has opened doors to situations I will never encounter myself, giving me a better understanding of others and their situations. Through books, I’ve escaped from slavery, been tried for murder, and lived through the Cambodian genocide. I’ve been an immigrant, permanently disabled, and faced World War II death camps. Without books, I would be a significantly more close-minded person. My perception of the world has been more significantly impacted by the experiences I've gained through literature than those I've gained
Instead of mom reading children’s books to me, I read them to her. And if I stumbled upon something I didn’t know or understand, mom helped me out! Soon enough I started reading to her without stuttering of not knowing how to say a word. I started being able to sound out words easier and my fluency became much better than before. First grade came around and I started reading bigger books such as Junie B. Jones and also the Magic Treehouse books. Books became easier to read as I aged and the books I read were getting bigger and bigger. In 5th and 6th grade I read The Red Pyramid, The Throne of Fire, and The Serpents Shadow, a trilogy called The Kane Chronicles written by Rick Riordan. I thought these three books were the greatest three books ever written! I even thought they were better than the hunger games! Especially with the series being based around Egyptian gods and theology, and also managed to tie in kids around my age that I could relate to. Those books made me love reading more than I ever have and I would read them again if I had the time to. Once 8th grade came out along I decided to read a “big boy” book: DaVinci Code by Dan Brown. I thought I was so cool because I was reading a book that my parents have read. It has been the best book I have yet to read so far because it sparked my interest from the first sentence, to the last, there was intense suspense throughout the whole book and I could nonstop
My earliest memories can be found at the hands of paperback novels. Books were my escape from the world around me. The thrill of being able to leave behind the world and it’s baggage and enter another that books provided captivated me, and left an impact on me. The emotion I experienced solely from taking a small step into another person’s story was unlike any I had felt before. I desperately wanted others to feel what I had felt, and love whatever I had become entranced by with the same passion as I did.
My dad taught me that books could be my teachers, my mom taught me that our backyard could be my classroom, and my sister showed me that you could bring books into the swimming pool. I did not know it when I would spend hours in the pool reading a book that my parents weren’t encouraging it in vain, but my family life, for good reason, was centered on books. We were the planets orbiting around one sun that was the bookshelf. Little did I know that books would be the catalyst to academic success in my early life, and I owe it all to my family. Although a life with a book in your nose might seem boring, I was never bored. Living through the characters vicariously, I explored Narnia with Lucy, attended Hogwarts with Harry, and rode dragons with Eragon. Of course
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.
There are a lot of books that explain us about life and make us think about it such as, what make us happy or what we want at the moment. For example, there is a book for kids and teengaers called “The Giving Tree” that describes the love of a tree towards a boy. In the story the tree gives everything that she has to the boy to make him happy because she loves him. At the end of the story the reader is going to ask himself/herself about some lessons that she/he learned from the book and the sad story of the tree.
Whether it be money, friendships, or even family. Life is too short and we should enjoy it while we have it. Live life to its fullest. I really enjoyed reading this book and believe I can take a lot of life lessons from it and learn from them. Enjoy every day that I have and don’t worry about the smallest things. We should find that passion that we want to live for like Carrier did with the antelope. Learn from our mistakes and try to make it better. You don’t need money to make your life better, but you do need to be happy and enjoy your life to its fullest. I know not everyone will change their ways and some will still be greedy and some will still be evil, but it is always a true pleasure in my life when I still see people being kind. There is so much joy when you meet people who still have a big heart and care for the people around them and even when you get to be one of those people. Helping out someone that is down and out, or they just had a rough patch in their life and knowing that you were able to help them get in the right direction. This is living life and enjoying every bit of
Storytelling embodies the art of human communication in all cultures around the world. This art has been passed down through generations as myths, fables, and legends. Many of these tales have similar plots, settings, and characters, even in different regions around the world. Storytelling evokes the emotion of all human beings through compelling tales of wonder, mystery, adventure, and horror. Storytelling also develops higher level thinking skills and establishes social skills. Storytelling builds self-esteem and motivation because this skill allows the listeners to be actively involved in the story. Storytelling develops communication abilities, expands the imagination, and builds self-esteem.
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.
Ever since I was a child, I've never liked reading. Every time I was told to read, I would just sleep or do something else instead. In "A Love Affair with Books" by Bernadete Piassa tells a story about her passion for reading books. Piassa demonstrates how reading books has influenced her life. Reading her story has given me a different perspective on books. It has showed me that not only are they words written on paper, they are also feelings and expressions.
My parents instilled a passion for reading in me even as a toddler; years later, an excellent,
Reading has been a part of my life from the second I was born. All throughout my childhood, my parents read to me, and I loved it. I grew up going to the library and being read to constantly. Especially in the years before Kindergarten, reading was my favorite thing to do. I grew up loving fairy tales and thriving on the knowledge that I could have any book I wanted, to be read to me that night. Having no siblings, my only examples were my parents, and they read constantly. Without a family that supported my love of reading throughout my childhood, I wouldn’t appreciate it nearly as much as I have and do now.