Grinch Stole Christmas

In kindergarten the entire class learning to write my name we’d received a laminated name tag I wrote my name to numerous times to perfection.

19. When I dug into the records to follow out any line of development, that was the most astonishing thing--the conscious effort to make it better.

2. Both my mom and dad would teach me how to play with the toys as they did when they were young.

First grade, after a long day of school and learning what the deal was with shapes, I come home and get to watch TV, no homework or worries (first graders with homework? Yeah right) then I eat dinner, and get ready for bed. My parents tuck me in and begin to read me a story from my favorite author at the time. Dr. Seuss. The rhyming and the pictures and the one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. How does he come up with this stuff? Pure genius. Even after my parents turn off my room light, I sneak some light from my game boy and read more because I just can’t wait for the next night to read again. These were my first memories of reading and ever since then I try and recapture the feeling of pure bliss I had when I first heard my parents read to me just before bedtime.

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2.I then told you about how visiting other countries have helped me acquire a global knowledge.

It was an unusual read because the book started with attempted suicide, when through the book talking about normal life then BAM; all the girls commit suicide in the

I’m from the binder of drawings I created with my best friend, Jacob, in kindergarten. We sat at the kitchen table, the waxy smell of Crayolas filling

1. Back in elementary school during 5th grade. It was a history book that I vaguely remember. It was boring and I think I almost fell asleep.

Not to long after, I started to read a grade level above my actual grade. My education level had then took a turn because writing started to come in the picture. Writing was my favorite thing to do at the time. My favorite memory was the worksheets where we had to trace the letters one by one. The easiest thing we could ever do,

kindergarten and first grade. Going to a full-day school for 5 days a week was exciting for me.

2. We received our lab packets and answered the first 2 questions, meanwhile our science teacher was distributing materials.

Growing up you could not find a bigger bookworm then myself. I read small books to big books, books on the study of animals, plants, or just plain old novels. I have always had a passion for learning new things from educational books or just reading a new exciting story in every novel I picked up. I have a multitude of fond memories of books I read and lessons I learned, but one instance I consider more impactful than the others. This moment came when my 6th grade English teacher helped me write my own book.

I probably read more books in a week than people I talked to in those 5 years.

When I was in second grade everyone in my class was taught how to read and write in cursive. It was a new experience, we had all just mastered writing in print and then this was thrown upon us. I remember being confused at first as to why we had to learn this, it was like learning a new language. Slow at first until we started to get the hang of how the letters flow.