What I Learned In Rhyming Books, And Picture Books

My mom instilled loving to read books into me as a baby. She would just read anything just so I could hear her voice. I mostly remember hearing the swishing sounds as pages were flipped inside the Yellow Pages book,and her reading different addresses out. I remember every night racing my oldest and younger sisters to the playroom and climbing into our pink plastic chairs waiting at our pink plastic table for my mom to walk in with our Ticonderoga Golf pencils and the variety of tracing and reading books. We individually read books that were on our level. My oldest sister was reading Alphabet Books, Rhyming Books, and Picture Books. I was reading Rhyming Books and Song Books. My younger sister was read Lullabies. You may ask “Why did you learn

Once my parents decided to let my sisters join YMCA, my grandmother decided to keep me. I was antisocial so the camp did not excite me but that is when I began to write. Every morning my grandmother would pick me up from home and I will go home with her. We would sit back, watch old Western cowboy movies, sip on coffee, and even read the bible here and there. I helped create activities for Sunday school for the kids in my age group. I enjoyed writing summaries about that days lesson in Sunday school. Once I developed on how to write, I began to write in a journal that I keep tucked away under my mattress. My mom noticed that I liked to write she bought me a diary that only opened with voice recognition and the pen was invisible ink. I used to write down EVERYTHING in that diary but mostly about my life. I began to write about my life once I began to play Volleyball in the 9th grade. I felt like I was treated unfairly or I did not have a support system like others. My writing did not last long but it never stopped. I put a pause on writing because I had school and difficult classes that needed special attention. Once I was enrolled in a Journalism class for an enrichment, I felt like the school system made that class for people like me, busy