My Experience For Reading : My Aspects Of Reading

It was sixth grade and an advanced English class was chosen. I was discouraged because I actually enjoyed reading and writing but found out I wasn’t smart enough to be in that class. However, I would say that seventh grade was my favorite year of English. We still had vocabulary, which I wish we still did because I always have boring essays because I don’t remember the words we learned. I wouldn’t say that I disliked reading yet in middle school. I’d even say the most exciting part of middle school would be reading The Hunger Games with Mrs. Young, especially since she was kind of a nerd and got overly excited about all of our

My mother taught me how to read at a young age. She read to me before I could read which helped me learn new words and develop a basic understanding of literature at an early age. When it came time for me to attend elementary school, I remember heading to the library quite often. Books were organized based on what was thought to be the appropriate reading material for that grade level. I often found myself wandering down the isles with the older kids. I’m so grateful my mother encouraged reading as much as she did. If she hadn’t, it’s very possible I could have struggled with reading. If this were true, I wouldn’t have learned as much as I did, or had the desire to read, which is very important in order to become as advanced in literature as possible.

So everyday I would beg my mom and sister to help me with my reading. My mom would always help me whenever I asked, but my sister was a little bit harder to convince. Usually she would help me though. Once I began learning how to read, I realized how much fun it was. It was all I ever wanted to do. Whenever I was bored, I would just sit down and write out all the words that I could. But I would soon learn those words and go look through books to find new ones to learn. I quickly caught on and I was able to read simple books very well. I would practice whenever I could. When I was in the car I would read all the street signs and names of buildings that we passed by. Reading became my go to whenever I was bored, sad, angry, or just wanted to have a little

I am sitting at my work desk reading an autobiography called the Blood of the Lambs, and I ponder about the amount of time having passed since I have sat down to a nice personal evening with a book. Upon reflection, I realize that the path I took to learning to read wasn’t an easy one and involved time, effort, and hard work.

For some people reading can be a difficult experience. For me it became difficult at the age of five years old. I really wasn’t an educational kid I was more of a kid that like to play with my toys and four brothers, whenever they came home from school. As I grew up reading became a little more difficult for me to master, at times in my middle school my teacher Mr.G would test us on how well and skilled we were at reading. Every day when it was time for him to test me I would get nervous and started to stubble on words and fail my test. By the time I was in high school I learned how to take my time and read, which has help me to progress my reading skills over the years.

I haven't always been keen on reading as I am today. I can’t really remember the reason for my distaste in literature, but I think it mostly came from me just thinking that reading was too difficult or I was just me being a stubborn six year old not wanting to do it, but none the less I was like this for a lot of my earlier years. I was able to read a small amount of text because my parents teaching me, using Doctor Seuss books like Cat and the Hat and One FIsh Two Fish Red Fish Blue FIsh as learning tools to help me become more fluent. I never really understood reading until my stepmom moved in with us. Since my sister and I were still very young

Learning to read was a struggle for me. My father never had the opportunity to attend school of any kind, being born in the early 1940’s and with several siblings; he went to work at about the age of eight. My mother made it to junior high before have to leave school to start working. This factored into my early struggle with reading. My parents were unable to help me with reading and spelling. I was not that little girl that got bedtime stories read to her, and there were few books around the house, even with my parents’, especially my mother realizing how important an education would be for me. My mother intended for me to not have to work as hard as she and my father did. I was also fortunate that the school I attended talked to my parents about special education for the learning disability that I was diagnosed with. Through special education, I received quality one on one instruction.

I started to read at a young age and it never really came that easy to me. I struggled a little bit more with understanding some words and even some questions I couldn’t answer them because when I would read and even till this day I start to read, but I don’t fully pay attention to my reading. It’s not because I don’t like reading I enjoy it. When I was in the fifth grade I joined “Book Club” it was year round and a few times a week. Once I was in the book club I enjoyed reading more and because it was fun either the people or myself taking turns and doing voices for the characters. I kept reading for a few more years and then I stopped for a couple of years. I got back into reading when I was a sophomore and a big part of it was because that

Some of my earliest memories about reading are when I was in Kindergarten my mom and I would read Dr. Seuss picture books before bedtime. My favorite one was the “One Fish Two Fish” and I always wanted to read it. Later on we stopped reading books and I fell behind on the reading curve for school. I began to dislike reading and I only did it when I had to, I never read on my own. No matter what my mom did to try and get me to read more it never worked

Before I could even read, I would take the newspaper and sit next to my uncle, pretending to read as he scanned each page. While I pretended to read, I thought about how all the letters represented something. How is it possible to read from paper and conceive a sentence? Every time I noticed my family reading the newspaper or a book, I envied them because they understood every word and I didn't. I recognized their reading as a secret club that I wasn’t invited to attend. Later on during my childhood, I start reading and just like every kid I didn’t want to read. I felt like a failure when reading, because I couldn’t pronounce words or even finish sentences correctly. My 2nd grade teacher called my mom to inform her of my lack of reading in class and recommended that I read every night. Just like any other caring mom, she started buying books for me to read. As I got used to the routine of reading a book a

Everyone suspects that when you enter elementary school, you’re supposed to know how to read, but that doesn’t apply to everyone. As a child growing up, I wasn’t a good reader. I read books that interested me and opened my mind too newer thoughts but that’s about it. No matter how big or small your challenge may be, everything takes time to achieve.

When I first started learning to read, I knew I was going to have some trouble just by the way how I felt about reading. The way how I felt about reading was that I would get frustrating not knowing how to say the words properly and if I had got stuck I would just tend to give up. When my mom noticed that I was having a hard with reading she would sit down with me and have me read along with her and learn to be patient if I did not know a word. When we came across a word I did not know she would have me sound it out so I could learn. Then if I came across a word I did not know the meaning of, my mom would have me write it down on a piece

Reading is something that is taught to everyone in their early childhood, the time I learned to read I was very fond of books. I loved to read novels to myself and to read them out loud to my sister. I like reading action, thriller, historical fiction, and mystery. During my early childhood we would have challenges of reading such as wrapped up and reading, golden dragon. These were reading challenges for students to read 20-25 specific grade novels during the school year and at the end you got a party if you read at least 5-10. I used to love reading and at that time I would read at least 20 books because I wanted to go to the party and win something with the lottery tickets I got. My childhood was fulI of reading, even if I read because I was greedy and I read because of the party, it still improved my reading level. As I grew and grew my reading

At this point in my life I had already been a pretty avid reader. Even when I was a toddler I had attempted to read which was exposed through some home videos showing me pretending to read an upside down book. I blame this all on my mother. She was the reader of the family. Growing up she would always be reading around the house and I constantly wanted to be just as smart as her so I started reading, too. Slowly it became one of my favorite pastimes. It was always so amusing

First, reading taught me to be patient in the different situations I happen to get myself into. Ever since I was really young I’ve enjoyed reading, it’s always been one of my favorite pastimes. Whenever I was bored or impatient for an event that was going to happen my parents would hand me a book so I would distract myself and I wouldn’t be so impatient all the time. Then I would end up being engrossed in reading that book I would forget what was happening around me and where I even was at in that moment. One could be talking to me and I wouldn’t even notice it’d be like they were talking to a tree. I would spend hours reading until someone tried really hard to snap me out of it, for I