My Love To Read

I would not call myself a reader. I like to read. I wouldn’t say I love to read. I don’t feel like I have time at this point in my life to read. I am going to school, married, have 4 kids, and working full time. But at the same time, I feel that you create time for the things that you want, so that is why I say I like but don’t love to read. At this point, I basically read my textbooks and required readings. The only time I read other than that is when an article catches my eyes on the internet and I am curious about the story. Most of the stories that catch my eye are news stories, but I do look at the entertainment articles at times. I will read the magazines at the grocery store checkout line, at the beauty salon waiting for my hair to dry, at a

I remember my fourth-grade teacher, Mrs. Fridley. The elementary school I attended after recess would turn off the lights, so the only natural light would be showing through the windows. Students would put their heads on their desk and my teacher would read us chapter books. She would read like one chapter a day. I remember the books, “Little House in the Big Woods”, “Queen for a day” and of course “Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing”. I remember those stories stimulated my imagination. That is one of my favorite memories of school. I wanted to instill that same feeling in the kids, I will teach.

I was glad you mentioned reading to children in the class. I speculated that people felt once a child could read themselves that we should always have them read themselves instead of being read to. I do feel that reading to a child can give them a different take on the reading and they might prompt them to read more on their own. It can also introduce them to a book they would have never chosen or thought they would not like. That is what happened to me. After the teacher reads, “Little House in the Big Woods”, I went and read the whole series