Personal Narrative: My Mom Changed My Life

My mother is a very particular person, which is why she would often get into arguments with my grandmother when she left me with her as a toddler. You see, my grandmother would leave me in my crib with a stack of board books and oatmeal cookies. By the end of the day, my crib was full of books and cookie crumbs, waiting for my mom to clean up yet again. I spent hours of my life gawking over pastel colored books before I even understood what they were and how to read them, so you can imagine that as soon as I learned to read, my love for books intensified.

My grandmother was probably one of the biggest catalysts for my initial love of reading. Her choice to expose me to books at such a young age, despite me lacking the ability to read them got me interested in books to the point where I actively tried to read

I went into preschool knowing how to read and read the entirety of the Junie B. Jones series within my first two years of schooling. I was a serial series reader and after I finished all of Parks’ adorable tales, I moved on to an obsession with The Babysitter’s Club when I was in the first grade. I was always really inspired by Mallory Pike, who aspired to be a writer, just like myself. From the early days of my youth, my interests in books was always expanding,and each Christmas one of the first words on my list to santa was “books”. My parents were great at encouraging me to read and giving me the means to do so. They were always giving me beautiful picture books; I especially liked the non-fiction ones that my mom picked out for me about fish, dinosaurs, arctic animals and more. One year for Christmas when I was about 9, my parents gave me a book that they picked up as a