My earliest memories related to reading I can scarcely remember not being able to read. I do have one memory of looking at the cover of a paperback book. The background was yellowish-orange, and the illustration was a pen and ink drawing of a young man, climbing along some rocks and looking over his shoulder. I recall making up a story about how he was running away from someone who was trying to hurt him. Years later, I found the book: it was kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson. I couldn't have been more than three or four when I saw that book for the first time. If it seems unbelievable that I could remember that far back, I think that the earliest memories I have are related to reading and, in fact, may well be due to reading. An older sister taught me to read when I was three. She made me learn the alphabet, and from there I moved on to sight words. I would learn a word and look for it in books for the rest of the day. My mother likes to talk about the day my word du jour was "the." I sat in the middle of the kitchen floor while she tried to make supper, pointing out one "the" after another, and each time she bent down and admired it. I don't recall when it all came together for me, and I became a reader. I remember Golden Books, two in particular. One was called Nurse Nancy and was about a little girl who liked to play nurse, putting Band-Aids on everyone in sight. The book originally came with a set of real Band-Aids, but by the time the book made it to me from two older sisters, the Band-Aids were long gone. What did I read? I had a huge book of fairy tales with dark and strange illustrations, all browns and golds, which I read over and over. Mr Widdle and the Sea Breeze by Jo Ann Stover Mr. Pudgins by Ruth Christoffer ...
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...own habitats and societies is like reading about an alien culture. (I don't read dog stories, though, because nine out of ten times, the damn dog dies.) I don't seem to have as much time to read as I used to, but I still manage to squeeze in quite a bit. I've started changing my habits to accommodate the lack of time; I no longer force myself to finish a book if I don't like it, and I no longer read something just because I think I "should." I've stopped worrying about all the books I'll leave unread at the end of the journey, and I'm concentrating on what is around me. I've learned to look up from the page and to see through the pages and printed words into the possibilities in the world around me and to participate in that world. Certainly, that makes the journey all the richer. References One reader's journey: A rambling by Donna Scanlon http://www.rambles.net
Children are automatically drawn to what they feel relates to them the best. From clothes to games, and even literature, children are attracted to certain elements that separate what’s “girly” and what’s “boyish”. Most children literature is designed in a manner that attracts a specific crowd. The authors and illustrators of children literature take into consideration whether they want their book to be intended for girls or for boys. However, in the story Ramona Quimby, Age 8 by Beverly Cleary, deception as to which crowd the book was intended is shown throughout the story. The books unique style has the ability to capture both young boys and young girls. By containing general phrases and avoiding specific representations of boys and girls, the structure of the book allows children to view the book not in a sense of gender but rather in a sense of fun, educational and exciting. Ramona Quimby, Age 8 lends to its children readers authorship in that the story allows children to decide whether this book is a boy book or a girl book. Cleary manages to make the story interchangeable. The shape, design, and title name of Ramona Quimby, Age 8 are all characteristics that awaken the senses of children when they are searching for a book that serves their greater interest. In this book Cleary shows how easily it is to manipulate the minds of children through the use of language within the text, and images. Ramona Quimby, Age 8 allows children to make there own decision as to what the gender of the book is. Whether boy or girl, the story is made in a way that takes children on an interesting learning experience as they delve deep within the text. Made possible for both girls and boys Beverly Clearly avoids focusing on a specific gender and we...
As a preteen, my parents thought that reading as a good hobbit needed to be foster from my childhood. Therefore, I had a bedtime for stories since I was three years old. My parents would prepare different stories and read for me everyday. The books at that time always had more cartoons than characters, and my parents would teach me to recognize characters in the books. Then, I went to the elementary school at six years old, and I
My literacy journey began long before I had actually learned how to read or write. While recently going through baby pictures with my mother, we came across a photo of my father and I book shopping on the Logos boat, a boat that would come to my island every year that was filled with books for our purchasing. Upon looking at this picture, my mother was quite nostalgic and explained how they began my journey to literacy through experiences like this. My earliest memory of experiencing literature was as a small child. My parents would read bedtime stories to me each night before I went to bed. I vividly remember us sitting on the bed together with this big book of “365 bedtime stories for 365 days” and we read one story each day until we had
Reading is not just reading words on a paper. It is a process that uses many resources in the brain and the use of strategies. Teachers have to use all six areas of reading to help students learn how to read, what strategies to use when reading, how to interpret a text and many more. Reading is a complex process and this paper will describe the six areas of reading.
My literacy skills began to develop much like Deborah Brandt suggests in her article of “Sponsors of literacy” My first memories of learning to write are still quite vivid. I remember holding a big fat crayon in my hand as my mother showed me how to write my name. She would draw a large line on the page and I would copy her movements. We started with capital letters and moved on to lower case letters. My memories of learning to read are similar. I remember my mother reading me picture books with large print that somehow turned in to reading sentences. Most of my early memories of learning to read and write include sitting with my mother, older sister and brothers. I had never really thought about the influence your family has on your reading
Why do children who are read to at an early age have an advantage over does who are not?
My memories of reading started around the ages of three to five. I can recall the first time I read a book by myself. I was ecstatic. My favorite early child-hood book was with out a doubt Curious George. I had a positive memory of reading. It was not a hard concept for me to grasp. I loved reading anything I could get my hands on. That included newspaper and magazines. I also learned a lot by reading other people. For instance my Dad, he taught me so much about life and what it takes to succeed. He instilled the will to read and learn.
When I was younger maybe kindergarten or preschool. Reading has always been something I love books always will be my favorite gift. I literally have 40 books in my room every time I get a chance I buy a new book.
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.
As child reading was like having candy before bed. My mother used to always read to me bible scriptures, lullabies, and my favorite, Junie B Jones books. Reading became
Introducing literacy to children at a young age is important. The child may not be reading yet but they can gain a lot from being read to; such as directionality, the front of the book, picture word relations, and even how to turn the page. Most of the children in the kindergarten classroom I am observing in are learning to read. They have small groups daily and one small group is always a reading group where the teacher and the children all read the same book multiple times. This reinforces directionality, page turning, and letter and sound correspondence. As stated in the webinar it is also important for children to be exposed to routines. In the classroom I am observing in during morning meeting, some call it circle time, the children go over their schedule for the day. Going over their schedule for the day reinforces the predictability for their entire day and children need that to feel secure about their school day.
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.
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
I can hear my heart pumping faster and faster. With every breath, it pumps a little faster. I count each person ahead of me in my roll of straight desks. Pam will read paragraph one. Carl has paragraph two and Donna will read paragraph four. That means, I will read paragraph five. I go over every word making sure I can pronounce each one correctly. I am not aware of what the others have read. My only concern is not to make a mistake. It is my turn. Yes, I made it. Wow, glad that is over! What I have described is my early reading experience in elementary school. Reading was not something you did for pleasure. Reading was something you maneuvered through making sure you didn’t explored by the bombs of vocabulary. It was not something you enjoyed.
Reading was never something I fussed about growing up. As a child, I loved genres of realistic fiction. I was hooked on The New Adventures of Mary Kate and Ashley, Goosebumps, The Amazing Days of Abby Hayes, Judy Moody, and especially, Zoobooks and Highlights magazines. My mother was always ready to help build my reading and writing skills. She took me to the library constantly to feed my passion for books and knowledge. I loved exploring the shelfs, organizing the books, and filling up my library cart. I tried keeping a diary in elementary school to keep track of my outings with my parents and grandparents to museums, zoos, movies, and libraries. This flash of writing enthusiasm was spun from books I read in the 4th and 5th grade that were