I don't remember when I learned how to read. My birthday was in October, so I missed starting school the Fall I turned six. My mother was upset about that. She started pointing out words in books to me to teach me how to read. The next autumn we moved back to my parent's home state and my father knew the second grade teacher, so he visited her, explained to her that I already could read many words, and he thought I would do okay starting out in the second grade. She agreed to take me on trial. The first grading period I made two B's and three A's and after that all A's. That's the year I remember first being so excited about books. I couldn't get enough of them, picture books, chapter books, textbooks, workbooks. I loved them all. I wanted all I could acquire. I fell in love with poetry that year. I especially remember Robert Louis Stevenson's, A Child's Garden of Verses. "When I was sick and lay abed, I had two pillows at my head" all the way to the ending line about the "pleasant land of counterpane." The rhythm and lyrics of the poems were soothing and enticing at the same time. I attempted to write my own poems, but they never came near to the genius of Stevenson, so I gave up early on that. …show more content…
I yearned to be Jo. I was Jo. I started to keep journals. I dreamed of having four sons of my own someday as I knew she had by the time I had read Little Men. I read Jo's Boys, and any other book written by Ms. Alcott. I never wanted to let Jo and her sisters go. Fortunately, by age ten, I had discovered Nancy Drew mysteries and the Bobbsey Twins adventure books that helped wean me from Louisa Alcott. However, I never recovered from my fascination with the American Civil War period and that was rekindled when at age twelve, I discovered my grandmother's copy of Gone With the
Good poetry provides meaningful commentary. One indication of a poem’s success in this is the depth of thought the reader has as a result of the poem. The poems I anthologized may take different
My whole life I have never been the greatest at reading, but I have always tried to improve and push myself to do better. Reading and writing areis twoone of the needs of daily life. With that being said, you can conclude that I have always struggled. My problem was I always read too fast through the books or writing prompts, and I never remembered what I had read. But, with help I overcame my problems and started getting better at reading and writing.
My achievement of becoming literate in both English and Spanish, after overcoming a myriad of obstacles distinguishes my literacy history. Writing was one of the things I didn’t like to do as a child. I always thought writing was a waste of time and that I wasn’t going to need it in life. Even though I didn’t invest much time writing, I was one of the best writers in all my classes, probably because I was very dedicated in the other subjects and I loved reading adventure books. I learned how to read and write by the age of four, since in my native country “the Dominican Republic”, kids are enrolled in school at the age of three; usually parents start their child’s education at home before that age.
I taught myself to read when I was twenty years old. The book I started with was I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, by Maya Angelou.
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
All I could remember on my journey to literacy was my concern over my brother and sister’s ability to read and write including solving math problems. That did not really motivate not to become literate; I was extremely playful as a child. What I am able to remember is my first day of school, I cried like a baby when my mom dropped me off. I soon began to grow out of my baby stage and school became really interesting. Even though it was not as hard as it is now, the value that pushed me to be literate was how my teacher was able to discipline students if they didn’t give the best to their education.
...dealt with boring things that happened in the past. My school did this to try to prepare the students for the SAT’s. In junior year, when it came time to take the SAT’s, I hated it. After I was always forced to read books that were not exciting I never found myself simply reading for pleasure.
Being able to read and write is a privilege every person should have access to. It is a necessity in today’s world to be literate. My first memory of literacy was when I was four year olds eating breakfast with my family at my aunt and uncle’s house. Growing up in a Filipino household, having over fifteen guests for a meal was considered a normal thing. I remember sitting at the kitchen table looking at the container of butter sitting next to my plate.
From as early as I can remember, my family always introduced the fundamentals of reading to me. I never attended any daycare or preschool, so all my early learning came solely from my family. My mother took over most of the responsibility of reading to me due to her passion for literacy that stemmed from her own adolescent years. Literacy never sparked any interest in my father, who was more of a worker than a student, but he never let that stop him from playing a role in exposing me to reading. I can remember the excitement that filled me as I reached onto the shelf that rested over my bed and picked out the book I wanted one of my parents to read.
With Jo March, Alcott presents a modern young woman in a day when women were very much relegated to a specific role within the home. From the opening pages of the book, Jo exhibits a unique strength of character that refuses to be molded to the traditional form. She longs to be a boy, primarily because of the opportunities available to the male in society. However, taking her unusual family upbringing and applying it to Jo's determination to be different creates an individual who is heroic in her strength and courage to stand out in society and her ability to share that quality with othe...
As the first born, my parents had no idea on how or what to do regarding on teaching me how to read and write. Most parents have an idea on how to raise a child, but my parents had no clue because they were kids themselves. As a kid I learned how to read at a young age, I was probably three year’s old. My parents would always put educational TV shows that would always keep me quiet and distracted. Technology was my first english instructor.
Most children who have the opportunity to attend school learn how to read and write in preschool or kindergarten or even have parents that teach them these skills.
There are many different types of events that shape who we are as writers and how we view literacy. Reading and writing is viewed as a chore among a number of people because of bad experiences they had when they were first starting to read and write. In my experience reading and writing has always been something to rejoice, not renounce, and that is because I have had positive memories about them.
I would come home every day after school, sit in my rocking chair with my stuffed bear, and read books aloud or in my head to anyone that would listen. This gave me confidence in my abilities to read that taught me to utilize that confidence when reading, as this would ensure that I could be
Jo always loved to write more than any other thing. When she was six years old, she wrote her first story about a rabbit. While she became greater, she continued writing, but she never showed what she wrote to anybody except the funny adventures of her brave friends.