Reading

It is hard to think back to a time where I didn’t know how to read. I can remember on the first day of orientation for kindergarten, the first thing we were told to do was write our name on the board. My name was easily one of the only words that I knew at this point, or at least that’s what I think. I also remember putting a bunch of squiggles down on a piece of paper and asking my mom if that was how you wrote in cursive. She told me kinda and simply left it at that.

            We used the letter people to learn the rest of the alphabet. We would learn a new letter every week and then would watch a video on it. When we finally learned all of the letters, we then could pick out our favorite (mine being A of course) and dress up as them; this is how I became Mrs. Achoo. From then on, I was able to read and in first grade I had successfully been reading Ramona and books similar to this. By second grade I had finished most of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. Reading has been something that I have done for fun since as early as I can remember.

            My mother was definitely the woman who had taught me to read. She would work on it with me all the time, as well as my father. From the stories she would read to me before bed, to the little cards and games she would use to teach me, I was able to read easily before we could know it. Reading is something that I could not imagine living without.