I believe there was a time where everyone loved to read, but over time the passion died down. Growing up I loved to read, I can still recall my first book “the Big Red Barn”. The overwhelming joy from reading about cute animals, and the rhyming got me so excited to read. Once I began to understand what I was actually reading, I just could not stop reading. Books to me was like watching a TV show that incorporates your ideals and your imagination. You can start or pause whenever you deem necessary and the best part yet, it that you can actually understand what the character is actually feeling. Then I finally went to school, and things were a little bit different.
Elementary was a hard time for me because I was an Asian with big eyes. I did not have many friends, so I spent my time during recess indoors reading “Harry Potter”, “Judy B. Jones”, and “Goosebumps”. Everyone loved reading, mainly because we can read any book we want to. Reading time was where I can indulge myself into my own imagination. I think I read almost half of the small book collection my teacher had in her room because I really enjoyed reading. I always pictured myself being Judy in “Judy B. Jones”. Looking back now, I can still see what made me love to read. Reading was my escape from reality of loneliness. Reading was all fun and games until I graduated from elementary and moved up onto middle school.
Starting in middle-school, schools believed that every student has the same interest as one person.
Most teachers wanted to believe that most of those low tier students were going to fail in high school. They wanted to believe that they controlled our future and knew exactly what we were going to do with our lives in the future. Middle school English is something I want to forget about because we never learned anything down there. It was more in 8th grade that we learned some stuff, but for me, it was high school that got the concepts
In elementary school, I loved to read. Writing was not a big deal either due to the fact that we did not have to write four page essays. It was in first grade when I started to like reading. Reading has just been freshly introduced, considering we had only completed one year of school. My teacher always read to us and I wanted to read those books as well. Throughout elementary school I started to read Junie B. Jones books, which were my favorite. All of the books were about a first grade girl and her different adventures. I had always enjoyed reading those books. Each book had a different topic which I would always relate to in some way. Although I liked to read, I did struggle with reading comprehension which made me dislike writing as well. I hated having to read and then go and write about it. To this day, I still do not like reading comprehension, but my feelings toward reading and writing have changed.
In the start I was super attracted to books and loved the feeling of reading because it felt like I was going into a more interesting life instead of a boring realistic life, If I really enjoyed a book I could read it for hours. I got in trouble in class because I read instead of working. But then one day I would never read the same way again.
You are right, I do love to read, but don’t count the second part out yet. 7 years ago, my parents got divorced. I was just a little 8 year old girl trying to understand why it was so hard to see my dad and why my mom and dad weren’t together. I remember using reading for big changes in my life like that divorce. I love to read and I enjoy reading just for fun, but reading is always there for me. It’s something I know won’t go away. It affects my life, but in a good way. Reading has shaped me as a person and without it, I would not be the person I am
Today I still don't enjoy reading books, especially not if they have a movie version. I know reading books make you smarter as a reader and they increases your vocabulary. But honestly reading books seems like a big hassle, For me reading is hard to enjoy, that's like pinching me with a needle I would get agitated quickly. I believe it was Gilbert K. Chesterton once said: “There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and the tired man who wants a book to
“Literacy is a bridge from misery to hope.” -Kofi Annan. Literacy in my family tree will never be brought back to scholars or philosophers infact Many in my family have not seeked and further education and many have not even finished high school.my love for literacy has been placed into my heart by my sister.As a child my sister has always handed me book after book each one with a smile on her face.
See i always read, i learned to read when i was in kindergarten, And to write i learned in first grade, but i never really fully enjoyed either of them or cared for them. I started to get a small interest back in middle school when the libraries started to check out comic books. I would spend hours reading comics even if it really isn't considered a real book. I read a whole series in less than 3 or 4 days. Well Time passed and that interest faded, and reading never interested me again, until i met one specific person.
As a young girl I devoured books, but not literally though. I had a voracious appetite to learn and discover new worlds that I haven’t even set foot in. That is what captivated me most. In real life we are given one life to live. However, in literature we are able to live one thousand lives without the expense or hassle of leaving our own rooms. Stories have an intricate way of reeling you in, and with an assortment of genres to choose from virtually anyone can find a piece of text that they deem fascinating. Reading also allows us to expand our knowledge and be open to varying ideas and perspectives. Therefore, I identify reading as a great way to find enjoyment but also as a useful tool for learning because it helped strengthened my vocabulary and writing skills.
I love reading, I always have and I always will. I love going to the books store and picking up a new book in a series or a standalone. Lately there have been other ways to read books. You no longer have a 20 minute car ride to go to the nearest book store; instead books are at the touch of your fingertips in seconds by a nook or kindle.
At Greenwood elementary we would have annual book fairs and as a kid I would be so excited. I would have to say that third through seventh grade I would read this series of a book called Diary Of A Wimpy Kid. Its was one of my favorite books to read. I would read those books over and over again. In the tenth grade English class I came across this book called Bud Not Buddy by Christopher Paul Curtis. I would read that book all day and night. I found that book very interesting for some very odd reason. My senior year in high school I would read books about famous people in American history. For example I would read about of documentaries on President Barack Obama due to the fact that I wanted to learn more about the President of the United States. Another person I enjoyed reading about is Michael Jordan. As a kid I would look up to him as positive role model. When I was younger I had a dream of going to the NBA and playing with the
For as long as I can remember, I loved to read. There was never a distinct moment that clicked. Never did I see reading as a requirement; more so a desire. My desire to read paved the way for my need to tell my own stories. Aside from the stories I read, the ones I created brought a sense of satisfaction that I could never find elsewhere. My love for reading and writing is like the need for one to consume food and liquids to keep their body both nourished and hydrated. It’s a necessity! When I read or wrote, I craved peace and the need to escape into the world of endless possibilities. A place I can venture with no responsibilities and no worries. As I got older, my need to open a book and read, or write a story came natural. I was free!
Reading for me as past experiences I truly enjoyed before I hit high school. During then you had childhood books that every kid would enjoy. When I was very little probably ages 3-6 my mother would read to me at night then after 6 I would watch tv until it was time for bed. But from grade 4 to now every year reading would just slowly break out of my own routine and I became bored of it. In 10th grade was when I absolutely hated it. I hated it because our teacher would give us strict restrictions on the book and made us read
Felsenfeld did not come from a musical background, but took piano classes, worked at bars and orchestras and fell in love with music, especially Beethoven which had a “drug like effect on him” (p. 642) Felsenfeld only learned about Beethoven by accident when a friend “played something wild” for him (p. 641), but Felsenfeld wanted the music to keep going, to never end. Felsenfeld showed his love for music while composing in Opera, chamber music, and orchestral music. Felsenfeld followed his heart and passion and is an amazing writer/ composer.
Piles of books were being displayed on the front lawn and being sold for ten cents for anyone at the garage sale. At the age of nine instead of running towards the dolls, I ran to the books. While my mother spent time looking around, I rummaged through the books to find any book that peaked my interested. From that moment and on, my love for books grew. Many of my fondest memories is going to garage sales or even if my parents wanted to spoil me, a book store. During my middle school years, I began writing fantasy romance short stories in my journals. Once my parents can afford a desktop, I had pages of pages of these stories. My relationship with writing has always been there for me to explore all the ideas of a dystopian world. It was an outlet for me for a very long time and also if I did not like the ending to one of the books I read, I would rewrite it to alter it to my liking. Throughout my high school career, I have taken honor classes and enjoyed the tasks that were given to me. Literature was not only a subject that was mandatory and dull but a way to challenge my perspective. Also to learn not only different worlds that were created from the stories but to understand those that wrote it.
From an early age I loved to read. At just two years old I would beg my mother to enroll me into school. I watched as my older sister meticulously picked out her outfit each night in preparation for the next school day. At such a young age I somehow knew that this thing called “school” was the answer to something spectacular. My home was chaotic and reading became an escape and helped distract me from the unpleasant family dynamic.