My first memories of reading began when I was about 3
years old. I always watched my parents read the newspaper as we had
breakfast together on Saturdays and Sundays. I always made my mom
read out loud because I wanted to know what she was reading. It wasn’t
long before I decided that being able to read made you an adult, so I
begged my mom to teach me to read. I pleaded for about 10 minutes and
she finally gave in. I already knew the alphabet so; she purchased
phonics flashcards so that I could learn the sounds the letter made.
I found out that I would have a little brother soon and I wanted
to be able to read to him, just as my mother had read to me. I was
determined that I would know how to read by the time he was born. My
mom practiced reading with me every weekend and she put me in the
preschool program at the daycare I attended. Just two months before
my brother was born, I read my first book, I was so excited.
Once in elementary school, I still loved reading,
and spent a lot of time in the library. We watched Reading
Rainbow once a week in my school, and I would go to the library when
the show was over so that I could check out the books mentioned in the
show; Judy Blume was my
favorite. My school eventually adopted an accelerated reader program,
and after reading a certain amount of books, a prize was given.
As a future teacher, I will instill the importance of reading to
my students and teach them the lifetime advantage that reading has. I
will let them know about how they can identify with the characters in
the books they read and how it opens their minds to adventures.
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