Personal Narrative: My Memories Of Reading And Writing

My earliest memories of reading and writing were very simple and pleasurable. I had always picked up on my schoolwork and concepts very quickly. After I learned how to compose proper sentences and understood the basic notion of grammar, I would write out short stories of my favorite TV characters after I’ve completed my homework simply because I enjoyed it. All throughout elementary and middle school, my teachers would ask me to help other students who did not quite understand whatever it is that we were learning. When parent teacher conferences rolled around the corner, my parents were never worried by the idea that I would have a score lower than a three out of four. In most cases, my report card was filled with fours and appreciable comments from my teachers on how well I read and write. As I grew older, I realized that part of the reason that I loved reading and writing so much was because my teachers would reward students with candy or stickers for reading aloud to the class or for doing exceptionally well on book reports.

One thing that always catches my eye is how people hold their pens while writing. Instead of carrying out my own thoughts on paper as I should be doing in the middle of class, I find myself trying to trace and guide my hand in the same way that a classmate of mine does. Another thing that I always find myself doing is observing the way people move their mouths while speaking or how they pronounce specific words while reading out loud to the class. Yes, there are a few ways to pronounce certain words but I cant help but wonder why their first instinct is to pronounce it differently than I