I started learning to read and write around age three. My mother and grandmother were the two biggest influences in my early years of reading and writing. They always read to me and made me watch educational kid shows such as Barney. Even though sometimes I was not interested in reading, it helped tremendously. I’ve had many teachers motivate me to do better and help me with my weaknesses in literature. I still love to read, but only interesting stuff appeals to me. Many people in my life have helped me grow as a reader and writer, and I’ve learned a few things on my own too.
When I was younger my mother would drop me off at my grandmother’s house while she went to work. I always thought I would be able to just sleep and eat, but I was wrong. As soon as I walked through the door, she would get out a sheet of paper and a pencil out. I remember having to write basic words such as “cat”, “dog”, and “run”. Since I was young I didn’t see the use of writing; I honestly thought it was pointless. I changed my
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I honestly believe that helped me grow academically. Throughout school I would ask several questions about things that I did not know. If I saw a word with which I was not familiar, I would google the definition. I watch Netflix with subtitles, solely to learn new words I can use when speaking to someone. I haven’t been reading like I’m suppose to lately, mainly because I have a lot of stuff going on in my life right now. I just need to find another interesting book and then I’ll be back on track. Reading is a big part of my life, and it should be a big part of everyone else’s to be honest. If you are illiterate there isn’t much you can do in this world. Knowing how to read is equally important as writing, simply because they complement each other. If you can not read, then you can not write. Reading and writing is a necessity in life, and I’m extremely thankful for all of those who have taken time out of their lives to aid
Even after I learned to read for myself, every night she would sit in bed with me and read a few chapters of whatever book we were working on that week. I loved reading and despite the fact that my parents would read aloud to me as a child. They continually exclaimed that they didn 't know where I got my love of reading from since neither was much of an avid reader. Growing older, I realized that my love of reading came from my grandfather. In particular, my grandpa played a large role in influencing some of my worst reading habits. He read while he ate, while we were out, even while he was walking, all habits I picked up and enact to this
My literacy journey began long before I had actually learned how to read or write. While recently going through baby pictures with my mother, we came across a photo of my father and I book shopping on the Logos boat, a boat that would come to my island every year that was filled with books for our purchasing. Upon looking at this picture, my mother was quite nostalgic and explained how they began my journey to literacy through experiences like this. My earliest memory of experiencing literature was as a small child. My parents would read bedtime stories to me each night before I went to bed. I vividly remember us sitting on the bed together with this big book of “365 bedtime stories for 365 days” and we read one story each day until we had
There were many people throughout my childhood that help me to read, and write. However, my teachers, mom, and dad were all responsible for teaching me “how” to read and write. For example, in pre-kindergarten, I learned my alphabet, colors, shapes, numbers, and to follow instructions. Once I learned the above items, I returned home with homework. My mom and dad would help me with my homework, and structure activities around my learning. My mom and dad would encourage me to read because they believed it was very important. In addition, my mom would often read to me before I go to bed reinforce my learning. The readings before I go to be very instrumental in my learning.
My mother always makes sure to remind me that when I was a child, she made me become a reader. Every night, she would read a book to sister and I. We were always encouraged to read reminded of how important it was to be literate. At that age, I thought that being 'literate' was just being able to read and spell your name. Later on, I discovered that literacy is so much more complex and interesting. At the age of 10, I discovered a book series titles "The Amazing Days of Abbey Hayes." The stories were written to make it seem like a young girl was documenting her every day life in a diary.Of course, being a kid, I was under the impression that the books were actually written by a girl my age and I was amazed at how smart
Reading and writing has never been my strong suit, but it has been something I’ve learned how to cope with. My grandma would try to read me books and I would try to stay focused on the words but it was always a struggle. If it was a book with pictures I could always follow just a little better but it was still hard for me to comprehend the message. Some of the books she would read to me when I was around 2 years old were Fraggle Rock by Jim Henson and Winnie the Pooh by A. A. Milne. I seemed to like Winnie the Pooh better than Fraggle Rock. Fraggle Rock is a book series that has been passed down from my mother and a thing I plan to read to my children and the next generation. When it had come time for me to start trying to read the books I never could, I could look at pictures and make stuff up from the pictures but that was it.
Early literacy for me was challenging. I started to learn reading and writing at age six. I still remember students from school would make fun by not knowing how to read, but they never knew I was struggling with both English and Spanish reading and writing. My parents are both from Guatemala; they came to the U.S at a very young age. My father was the only one to go to school. My mother did not attend school because it was difficult by her immigration status. When I was little, Spanish was not my mother's first language, so when she wanted to help me with reading and to write in English, she had a difficult time. My mother taught me reading and writing in the Mayan language. My father only taught me reading and writing one hour per week. Whenever my father was through showing me an hour of writing and reading, I had to explain the same lesson to my younger
As a child, reading was an exciting thing for me, mainly because I was read to, and on occasion, tried to sound out a few words. My main literacy sponsor as a child was my mother.
My literacy skills began to develop much like Deborah Brandt suggests in her article of “Sponsors of literacy” My first memories of learning to write are still quite vivid. I remember holding a big fat crayon in my hand as my mother showed me how to write my name. She would draw a large line on the page and I would copy her movements. We started with capital letters and moved on to lower case letters. My memories of learning to read are similar. I remember my mother reading me picture books with large print that somehow turned in to reading sentences. Most of my early memories of learning to read and write include sitting with my mother, older sister and brothers. I had never really thought about the influence your family has on your reading
I used to have to take these tests about all the books I would read in school and I would always ace them all. I knew that reading was something I liked because I was always very intrigued by it. Also in middle school I found my true writing voice. I remember taking a creative writing class in six grade and I was always the student who wrote more than what was expected for my writing assignments. I would write stories about things such as my friends and the experiences that I had in school. Sometimes I would even write my own plays and in my plays the characters would be people in family and people from school. I would always try to make the plot super interesting in my plays. One time I wrote a play about my brothers and me traveling to space and finding aliens. Overall, I really fell in love with literacy throughout my middle school years because I was able to read books more at an advance level and I also was able to write more intense stories. Literacy has been a positive influence in my life all throughout my school
Learn how to be reading was the most difficult task for me as a child, I almost lost first grade. I used to hate study, and the only thing that I cared about was play with my friends of childhood, until I found the book that motivate to learn to read. Perhaps, I would not have hated to study so much, if it was for the fact that my friends and myself, playing for hours and getting so much fun. We used to ride bicycles, play tag, soccer, basketball, and none of my friends like to study neither. Everything change when I was looking for a soccer ball in my house, and my mom told me that she brought me a book. First, I told my mom that I didn’t know how to read, and I wasn't interested on it. my mom told me that if I looked at the book,
A moment of recognition that I have had growing into literacy was when I first started college. In college I realized that there was a lot of reading that had to be done in a short amount of time unlike high school. There are also a lot of book reports and essays that have to be done. Until I got into college, I have never completed a book report. I never realized that there was so much work that had to go into writing an essay or book report. There are so many steps, such as drafting and revising it repeatedly to get the grade you want. Since I was never a person that liked to read, I had a difficult time even picking up the book and starting to read it. It was difficult for me
Throughout my life, reading and writing were a positive thing because of the support from the people around. I was never really the confident or extroverted type of person back in the day. This then caused me to be anxious when I read or be doubtful of what I wrote. I can still remember breaking balls of sweats and tensing up whenever I had to read something aloud in elementary. It was a pretty big social problem for me but I can also recall many times where I was laughing and having fun while doing something with reading or writing with my mother. Although there have been many things that affected me so far in my literary journey, my mother has been the most supportive and impactful person to me by reading short stories, going to the library, and giving me writing prompts. One of the activities I liked to do before I fell asleep was to read.
Reading was never something I fussed about growing up. As a child, I loved genres of realistic fiction. I was hooked on The New Adventures of Mary Kate and Ashley, Goosebumps, The Amazing Days of Abby Hayes, Judy Moody, and especially, Zoobooks and Highlights magazines. My mother was always ready to help build my reading and writing skills. She took me to the library constantly to feed my passion for books and knowledge. I loved exploring the shelfs, organizing the books, and filling up my library cart. I tried keeping a diary in elementary school to keep track of my outings with my parents and grandparents to museums, zoos, movies, and libraries. This flash of writing enthusiasm was spun from books I read in the 4th and 5th grade that were
I remember that, when being taught to read I already knew more words than I had realized. Watching my dad’s finger skim under the words as he read them had helped me subconsciously learn those words. I learned to read and write at a much more accelerated pace than my peers. I felt impatient with those who lagged behind, not realizing that not everyone had been given the same advantages as me. The moment I started to read on my own, my great aunt, a retired kindergarten teacher, would send me a box of books she had used in her classroom every year for my birthday. Throughout elementary school, when I received the box, I would bring it up to my room and practice reading all the books on my own. Being able to read on my own opened the door to a world I hadn’t been able to reach without help
When I look at myself as a writer, I never knew I could write like this. From grade school to high school I never really looked at myself as a really good writer. I doubted myself whenever a teacher said, “We are beginning another big paper.” I feared writing and never really gave my writing any thought. However, as I got into college, I knew I would be assigned numerous amounts of papers. As I walked in to the English classroom the very first day of college I was scared. I thought I wouldn’t get anywhere because I thought I couldn’t write anything. Giving much thought into the whole writing process and having many people behind me is when I knew I could write something. As my writing developed many signs of weaknesses and strengths showed through.