When I Learned How To Really Read Essay

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Do you remember when you first learned how to really read? Not when you learned how to read Jack and Jill, in Kindergarten, but how to read books like, The Magic Treehouse. Books, which required you to think, breakdown words, and made you use correct reading fluency. Do you remember the three categories kids fell under, when you first learning how to read?

The first group of kids were the smart ones, the ones who always raised their hands in class, the ones who knew what they were doing, reading a twenty paged book to them was a breeze. Then there were the kids who had some difficulty, most average kids, but they could put on their brave faces and power through reading a book. Least but not last, the third group of kids, the ones who had absolutely …show more content…

Every day after school she would work with me, using flashcards, workbooks, and worksheets. At first I did not want to study the long list of words, I was expected to know. But then my Grandmother added prizes to the equation. I was all in.

She would spend hours teaching me things, which to other kids seemed really easy. My Grandmother was the one who taught me two O’s together, make the ‘oo’ sound and how to sound out and breakdown really, really big words like “dictionary.” She was the one who taught me reading is fun, and a book can take you to a whole other world.

When I got my first smiley face on a reading assignment, I was ecstatic. It seemed surreal to me, and I did not actually believe I did it until my Mom hung the paper up on our refrigerator. I remember taking the paper down from the refrigerator and then telling my Mom, I should give it to my Grandmother, because “She was the one who helped me, not the refrigerator.”

After that first smiley face, I was gone. I became addicted to reading. I just could not get enough of it. I wanted more gold stars and smiley faces. I wanted to cover my Grandmother’s and my refrigerator’s with papers I got a good grade

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