Reading has been around longer than most of us can imagine. Reading is probably one of our most important skillsin today's world. That is why most people have a vivid memory of the first time they picked up a book and recited the words on the pages. For me, this is more than a memory.
Like any kid I can say that I began to read consistently once I started to learn more throughout school. Although this is true, my frist experiences with reading began long before school started for me. You could describe me as a kid who was anxious to learn in my younger days as I am now. That went for anything; I was not just interested in reading. My mother caught on to this relatively quickly.
I can remember the days back in pre-school when me and my mom would congrugate to the family couch for our nightly session of literature. I always looked forward to this fun filled nights of stories and imagination. Back then, the little stuff like this really meant a lot. First, the books in which she would read to me started off fairly simple. We soon moved on from these and upgraded to something a little more challenging for me to comprehend. I guess you could say that was partly my fault.
We began to read books like "Harry Potter" and other things of that sort that were more advanced. I can remember as she would read these books to me, I would stare at the pages filled with words and give my best effort to follow along. I guess you could say that these sessions helped me out a lot because one summer afternoon, I remember when I picked up my first book that I would read completely independently. That book just happened to be from "The Bernstein Bears" series, which is one of my favorite childhood series. I remember exactly where I was, how everything looked around me, and where my mother was sitting. This is all probably due to my excitement and the intensity of how important this event was to me. As I sat on our kitchen floor , I read back the words printed on the paper with pride. I was estatic! I had read my first book!
This is more than a memory to me. This was the beginning of my love of reading. This was just the beginning. I have to give credit to my mom for jump starting this love of reading for me and always encouraging it and supporting me.
Excellent story. Great tilte, although you could have been a bit more explanatory on some of your scenes
ReplyDeleteQuinn, I wish you woukd have added a little bit more detail. Maybe, if you had 500 words then you would have accomplished the goal. Although I like the background of the story!
ReplyDeleteQuinn i see where you are coming from, but i agree with Bryece with the lack of detail.
ReplyDeleteYour essay had some powerful word choice, but you could have added more deatail to your descriptions.
ReplyDeleteI loved this. It really gave us a piece of how you came to be who you are today.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Colin, great diction, but you seemed to lack vauluable information/details
ReplyDeleteNice job here, Quin! Just like me, you experienced reading as a bonding experience with parents. Positive experiences with reading like that have such an impact.
ReplyDeleteI think the comments that some of your peers have made here are more encouragement to grab an opportunity and push yourself than a criticism of your writing. You say at one point that you remember everything about this moment that you first read a book, but you don't actually share much of that experience with the reader. SHOW the moment to us. This was an area where you created a prime opportunity for yourself, but didn't capitalize on it.