Personal Narrative: My Love Of Reading

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I love reading. It’s something I do every day and it makes me happy. Reading is a way for me to get away from whatever is going on in my life that I want to escape from. My love for reading hasn’t always been here. I was never one of those kids who started reading straight from the womb and it was a challenge for me. When I was young I never thought that I would enjoy reading but luckily that idea changed.
My journey with literacy started off pretty rocky. I didn’t learn how to read until I was in third grade. I was the only kid in my class who couldn’t read. My aunt, who was a teacher, tried teaching me how to read, but nothing she tried ever worked. We tried Hooked on Phonics, it didn’t work, writing all of my alphabets every day, …show more content…

I could never bring myself to be one of those kids who ran to read a book. I was in fifth grade and my English teacher Ms. Lockhart made us read a book in class called Manic Magee by Jerry Spinelli. As soon as I read the first chapter I was hooked and I couldn’t stop reading. It was about a young white runaway orphan named Jeffrey Magee who was trying to find a family and deal with loss all at the same time. I connected with the book because I felt that Jeffrey and I were similar. We both lost our parents we were trying to deal with the best way we could at such a young age. Jeffrey ended up staying with an African-American family with three kids and finally feeling loved after such a long time of not feeling it. I really felt like I was sitting right next to Jeffrey. Seeing, hearing, smelling and even tasting everything he did. This book opened my eyes to how wonderful reading really is. I finished the book before the rest of the class and because of this my teacher asked me to join her book club. I was a little hesitant but after she kept asking me to join I finally gave in. I didn’t really like the books she assigned until she had us read a book called Bud, Not Buddy by Christopher Paul Curtis. It was a about a young orphaned African-American boy named Bud W, who is trying to find his father during the Great Depression. Bud never found his father but he did find his recently deceased mother’s father and the two of them became a family. This book changed my outlook on reading as well. I enjoyed the books and I feel that the two boys’ stories has helped shape me into the person I am today and I am grateful that my teacher made me read them. I have been reading as much I can ever since but around my eighth grade year things

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