Personal Narrative: The Lion King

I went to school, my teachers taught me how to sound out the letters and everybody learned the alphabet by the time they were in kindergarten. Ever since then, I was constantly trying to decode the mystery of several individual's story. There is a lot more to reading than just reading words off pages. You have to comprehend the story, understand what's happening in the book. I would sit on my grandma’s recliner chair and she would choose a book off her little shelf full of stories. She would read them to me just like the traditional, parent to child reading that most parents do. We would read for hours, Winnie the Pooh, Bernstein bears, Dr.Seuss, The Lion King, all the basic children’s stories you could think of. The Lion King was my favorite. I wouldn’t say Lion King necessarily taught me how to read words from books, but I did learn about plots, plot twists, conflicts, themes and most importantly the story. I know for a fact I didn’t know that I was learning, but it was teaching me. Now if none of this applies to you, well then you probably have an exciting story of how you became a reader, otherwise you’re just as basic as the average American student. I

I couldn’t stand reading books that were assigned to me because I knew I had to read them whether I liked them or not. On top of that they had due dates. I always felt like an outsider because as soon as honors english or language arts was offered to me I took it not realising most of the kids in honors liked to read. The reason I felt like an alien about it was because it seemed like everybody loved the books we were assigned, although I could hardly get past the first page let alone the entire book. For example, The Red Kayak, I HATED that book. I loved the story, but for some reason I hated reading it. The only book I remembered that I actually enjoyed reading was The Outsiders. I honestly was very interested in that