Personal Narrative: The Lion King

I would sit on my grandma’s grey recliner chair and she would choose a book off her little brown shelf full of stories. She would read them to me just like the traditional, parent to child reading that many parents do. We would read for hours, Winnie the Pooh, Berenstain bears, Dr.Seuss, and The Lion King. The Lion King was my favorite. Although, The Lion King didn’t teach me how to read words, I still learned major parts of comprehending books. I didn’t know that I was learning, but it was teaching me the basics things, such as, plots, plot twists, conflicts, themes and more importantly the story, which are all things an efficient reader needs to know. My mom would teach me the alphabet by getting books that had learning words with upper and

She was a mean lady her personality was like Ursula from the disney movie The Little Mermaid. She always wore a similar black outfit. A black pencil skirt, a black blouse, black flats, a black hair binder, black hair, even her eyes were black. I was two grades ahead of my reading level at that time although, since she hated me she sent me to summer school. I know she hated on my reading abilities because there is absolutely no way a student in the first grade, reading at a third grade level, needs to attend summer school. I didn’t mind at first though, due to the fact that I loved reading. I started to mind when I found out that summer school was not a place of learning, but more of a daycare for children who weren't succeeding academically. That year of summer school turned my life upside down. The classrooms had crumbs and wrappers on their navy blue carpets, the desks were dirty with foul terms on them, and the computer keyboards had missing keys. I met older kids who were poor influences and pushed me to fight a girl who they said was talking about me. I won my first fight at the age of seven, and my love for reading was demolished. I would see the same people everyday for about three weeks and it impacted me as if I had known that group of people my whole life. That taught me a life lesson of how following people can turn you into something your not. After that happened, my mom put an

On top of that they had due dates. I always felt like an outsider because as soon as honors language arts was offered to me in the seventh grade, I took it not realizing many of the kids in honors loved to read the assigned books. 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 pass the first page let alone the entire book. For example, The Red Kayak, I HATED reading that book but, I loved the story. I disliked reading it because it took too long to get through it. The teacher kept the copies and we read as a class most of the time. It took way too long to read it and having to go to bed every night wondering what was going to happen got annoying. Once I finished it I realized I really enjoyed the story I just didn’t like waiting. With the movie it was totally different. I got done within a couple of hours and I got the entire story including images of what was happening. It made me see the story in a different perspective. One of the main books I enjoyed was the Outsiders that I was assigned in the eighth grade. I know I just said I didn’t like waiting, but the outsiders was the complete opposite. It had me on my toes all the time and I couldn’t put it down. I would wake up in my white framed bed and read some of it before getting dressed, during classes, even at