As far back as I can remember my family has always influenced the reading. My grandparents used to read to me before I got to bed, and also during the daytime when they wanted a time out from play time. I would state that my grandpa and great grandma have had the greatest influence on my reading, both of them love to read. My great grandma is one reason that I read, she is always talking about the books she reads and it pushes me to try and find something I want to read. All the little tales that were read to me as a kid seemed to bond into something. The thing that I remember the most about the stories that were read to me were when they related to a TV show and then I saw that show on TV and I was able to relate it to the nook and know what was going to happen. I think that since my family did choose to read to me when I was younger it helped me be able to understand things better in a way. The plot in the stories that were read to me always related to something that can happen in the real world and this made it easier to learn right from wrong. With all the knowledge I got from the books I believe it in a way gave me a sense of what people were supposed …show more content…
I do believe we also had a trip to the library and got to pick out books and read and meet all the librarians. I also remember that in the classrooms there was always the alphabet posted up on the wall or around the room. I think that all books we read in my earlier grades were all stories that were kind of like the ones I was read to at home. I don’t think that the books that were read to me in school had any specific topics. My favorite teacher from my beginning years in school was my kindergarten teacher. I do not remember her name, I just know she was exceedingly gracious and gratifying and when she read to us it reminded me of when my great grandma would read to
Throughout my childhood I was never very good at reading. It was something I always struggled with and I grew to not like reading because of this. As a child my mom and dad would read books to me before I went to bed and I always enjoyed looking at the pictures and listening. Then, as I got older my mom would have me begin to read with her out loud. I did not like this because I was not a good reader and I would get so frustrated. During this time I would struggle greatly with reading the pages fluently, I also would mix up some of the letters at times. I also struggled with comprehension, as I got older. My mom would make me read the Junie B. Jones books by myself and then I would have to tell her what happened. Most
My dad taught me that books could be my teachers, my mom taught me that our backyard could be my classroom, and my sister showed me that you could bring books into the swimming pool. I did not know it when I would spend hours in the pool reading a book that my parents weren’t encouraging it in vain, but my family life, for good reason, was centered on books. We were the planets orbiting around one sun that was the bookshelf. Little did I know that books would be the catalyst to academic success in my early life, and I owe it all to my family. Although a life with a book in your nose might seem boring, I was never bored. Living through the characters vicariously, I explored Narnia with Lucy, attended Hogwarts with Harry, and rode dragons with Eragon. Of course
As a child, I have always been fond of reading books. My mother would read to me every single night before I went to bed and sometimes throughout the day. It was the most exciting time of the day when she would open the cabinet, with what seemed to be hundreds of feet tall, of endless books to choose from. When she read to me, I wanted nothing more than to read just like her. Together, we worked on reading every chance we had. Eventually I got better at reading alone and could not put a book down. Instead of playing outside with my brothers during the Summer, I would stay inside in complete silence and just read. I remember going to the library with my mom on Saturdays, and staying the entire day. I looked forward to it each and every week.
For me, reading as well as rereading, books such as Junie B Jones, Berenstain Bears, or the Harry Potter series, impacted my life immensely by increasing my vocabulary, developing my vital language skills and many more developmental skills. In the past, being literate meant beating kids in how many books I could read and being able to comprehend difficult vocabulary, but now being literate in the adult world means developing new and creative ideas or being able to prosper an opinion based on facts and previous knowledge.
Throughout this year, I have read many different works of early English literature. From reading these works and following the rules of Vladimir Nabokov, I have grown tremendously as a reader since the beginning of this year. From reading Alice in Wonderland to now, I have grown to appreciate literature much more. I have developed a better sense of the English language through the use of a dictionary and the difficult sentence structure of works such as the Canterbury Tales, Beowulf, Le Morte D’Arthur, and the Fairie Queene. Because of the difficult sentence structures, the different word usages, and the deeper meanings wrapped in each of these works, I have learned to reread to better my understanding of the text and to see if I missed anything the first or second time through. I have also learned to not only read a novel or poem just for its story but to look deeper into it while considering its context and purpose. By following Nabokov’s simple rules, I have become a better reader and re-reader.
Books vary in different subjects and genres, but no matter how much different they are they all teach beneficial information in many ways. From experiences from real people, to fiction events or just a poem they create teachings. The authors get their teachings out in three ways characters, experiences and morals. They put everything in a story for a reason to somewhat give you an idea what the lesson it be learned from. Books can also influence the decisions we make as humans. Without books we as humans wouldn’t be able to learn as sufficiently.
My earliest memory of reading interest started when I was in the 6th grade. I was in your typical classroom with rows of desks lined up, and the teachers desk in the front of the class. At that age I was more interested in video games and playing outside with friend than I was with reading. However, my view of books changed one day when our teacher brought in a book to share with all of us. It was a book titled The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin. My teacher informed us that it's mystery novel, and that our goal was to figure out who the killer. Many of the students including myself saw this as a game and immediately caught our attention. We only had the one copy of the book so our teacher walked up and down between the rows reading the first few chapters. This is where the
My mother being a teacher made the process of learning how to read and write easier. A lot of things lead to my love for reading. My mother and grandparents love reading, and would constantly buy books for me. Before learning how to read my mother always read books to me.
The way that I grew up affected a lot of my reading and writing skills. Growing up as a kid I learned to read. I read all the time besides playing video games of course. I believed I was an excellent writer when I was a lot younger. As a child, I grew up having a ton of imagination which I can put down on a piece of paper.
If one were to look at my varied reading habits, they would be struck by the diversity and over all unusualness of my mind’s library. I hardly remember the plot of the first book I read, but it was called Lonesome Dove. It wasn’t the actual first book I read, but I don’t really count the McGregor Readers from kindergarten. I read it in first grade because of my Grandmother’s fascination in the T.V. mini-series that was playing during the time. I wanted to be able to talk to her about it so I went to the public library that weekend and picked up a copy. Well, I actually didn’t pick it up, it was too heavy. It took me over two and a half months to read, but with the help of a dictionary and my grandma, I finally read it from cover to cover. I can’t really say that I understood it, because I don’t recall what it was about. But I do remember that it was quite an ordeal. Since then I have read many books. I enjoy fiction the best, especially those that are based on society, but have a small twist that leads to an interesting story. Some of the stories that I remember best from that early time in my life are Tales from Wayside Elementary School, Hatchet, The Godfather, and The Giver. I think that Hatchet, by Gary Paulsen, is the only book that I’ve read more than once. I liked the situation that Brian was put into, lost in the wilderness, with nothing more to fend for himself with than his mind and a trusty hatchet. The adversity he faces and his undying drive are what fascinated me most. Since that time my reading habits have grown into a different style. I have usually only read what was assigned to me during the school year because that was all I had time to do, but I have always strived to put forth extra effort. For example: last year for English 3 AP we had to read an excerpt from Benjamin Franklin’s Autobiography. Although that we only had to read a small bit, I checked the entire book from the college library and read it all. Although the way that Franklin rambled on and on about his “Franklin Planner” was somewhat boring, the way he describe his life was pure poetry.
One of the biggest influences in my life is my Mom. She is one of 10 children born to an Appalachian coal miner who could not read or write. Her family lived in the mountains of Kentucky in a little cottage that had no running water and no electricity. She read by kerosene lamp.
My parents read to me every day when I came home from school. Two of my favorite books were the Baranstein Bears and Clifford. Television shows such as Sesame Street were a valuable supplement to my reading material. I had a tendency to pay more attention to Sesame Street than to my parents, but they did not discourage television; they were satisfied to see that I was learning.
With rapid changes in the society and scientific advancement of human race over the decades, the necessity and importance of reading has increased remarkably. It has become a pivotal skill a person should learn to be successful. However, the cultivation of reading as a hobby is not a business that can be undertaken in a day or swiftly improvised by a mere command of the will. As far as I am concerned, the growth of mental interests for reading is a long process, but that is worthwhile because reading has been a vital aid to my emotional and spiritual growth.
Reading to children can teach them skills they’ll need throughout their entire life. Reading aloud not only enhances their skills, it also affects how the their school life is. Being read to regularly is important to maintain the skills that the child learns, the earlier a child is being read to, the more skills they acquire. Parents will benefit from reading also, it creates a bond with their child that last a lifetime. Reading aloud will introduce children to books and reading so they can eventually do it on their own. Reading to children can improve many aspects of their life.
Education has always been considered very important in my family. Prior to the earliest time I can remember I am told that my mother and father read to me nightly. My family has a deep background in books, my father being a collector, and my mother working at a library. My father loves books, in every way I can think of. He loves to read them, as do the rest of my family, but he has a collector's interest in books that we lack.