This is a story about how I became the reader, I am today. Starting with the two people I love the most is my parents, then is when every make believe thing is real like the gingerbread man, and now finally is the person who made me want to read all day every day, the person who doesn’t want to put a book down, I wanted to be just like Miss. King , but sports, homework, school, and much more so right now I and a 5 because reading takes time and I don’t have all the time in the world to read, other thing come first. Now let me tell you about me reading history.
My parents were a big part of my influence on my reading today. Starting with my mom, she was the person who started all my dreams each and every night. She started with reading to me every night before bed, then from reading with each other, tell I was reading to her, and finally me reading pretty much every night by myself. Every night before bed my mom would read me a book. My favorite book my mom read to me was Junie B. Jones. Its was the funniest adorable sparkling book around. My mom had to have read every book to me at least three times.
I would never want her to stop she would always stop right before they told us something big in the book, and I would always say “Mom keep reading it’s at the good part. ” But she would never keep reading because she wanted me to be excited for her to read with her tomorrow. My mom has always been a huge reader. I have always wanted to be just like her growing up, she is probably 9 in how much she read she reads and finish one book a day. She is the person who has to know what happens in a book before she can put the book down.
She is the person who taught me how to read and taught me to want to read. She would say this to me every time read a book “Reading is a thing you can’t skip no matter what you do, you are reading and no one run away from that. ” My mom is the person who influenced my reading history and how I read today. I have talked about one of my parent now it’s time to talk about my dad. When l was in third grade me and my dad started the Harry Potter book series. Everynight before bed, I would read a chapter to him and on special occasions he would read them to me.
It was like I was watching the movie the way he talked and acted out the voices; it was the funniest thing ever,and when I tried to be like him we would sit on the edge of my bed and laugh I thought I was the funnest thing ever. When he sat right next me me on the bed reading all the pictures just started flowing into my head it was a waterfall. when l read to my dad, I would get confused because I wasn’t the best reader at that time but I loved to read. But reading came hared to me, I wasn’t the best reader when I was it third grad the world where challenge so I would make my dad read a lot but I liked it better.
Sometimes I would have him read to me just because I would just love to listen to the characters like I have never done before. The characters would come to life as he read every night I would fall asleep dreaming about what would happen next and it would be even better than I imagined it woulds be. It’s funny how I talk about my dad and how everything felt alive. the funny thing is that my dad hates reading he is probably like a 3 he will do anything to try to get out of reading. but when he reads it is the best thing ever. I think the only reason why we read to me was to have one on one time with my dad.
The gingerbread man was my favorite childhood memory. When I was in kindergarten Mrs. Ketnear was my teacher. She and the hole kindergarten teachers made a gingerbread man. the gingerbread man was laying on the itty bitty sign in desk. smelling the air the gingerbread man smelt like sweet sugar and ginger, and it was mouth watering. the gingerbread man was wearing green frosting pants and a yellow shirt with a read skinny scarf. the hat was blue, red and had a green pom pom. We went to the gym after that and are teacher said that “ We were going to eat it after lunch” We were all super excited.
But when we got back the gingerbread man was gone there was just a trail of crumbs leading all over the school. So we followed the trail of crumbs. Everyone was shocked the gingerbread man got up and ran. After that the gingerbread man wasn’t anywhere. And then out of the blue the teacher can trotting into the room with a sensible grin on her face. In her hand she held a piece of parchment and she held it up so everyone could see. She said that it was a letter for all of us from… the GINGERBREAD man!! We all cheered and then she read us the letter aloud.
It felt so real when you’re 5 it felt like my childhood was alive like everything was possible. Eyes were glowing. They were filled with envy. Filled with imagination he said he was in flora snorkeling in the deep sea with my aunt Ivy. the gingerbread man sent us letters every week for the whole winter. Then out of the blue the gingerbread man as back in the class like he never left, but.. his leg was gone and he left a note. on the note it said “ I had and amazing worm brake maybe next time you will catch me. Last but not least is my first grade teacher, Miss.
King. Mis. King has inspired my reading since I was a wee little kid. She is the person who started it all. It began with the books with the only picture book and will never end. When I was in first grade we would sit in the tiny flashy magical carpet. on that tiny magical flashy carpet, she would read to us the most amazing books. The were filled with a mysterious life where every kid would want to live. We would also go one on one and she would sit on her ancient rocking chair well, I sat on the old creepy stool in the back of her bright colorful classroom.
When we read alone we, would put on funky witch fingers. The witch fingers when green and they had a red long finger nail it looks so lumpish. but I thought it was so cool that wearing the weird witch fingers. When I was in first grade reading was difficult for me. I would practice every day with Miss. King but it was still having a hard time. We would just read and read until one day I was reading like a pro like I was never struggling. But before that I hated reading and when I got the hang of things I never wanted to stop. ut this how Miss.
King got me back to loving reading like I was a petite kid. Miss. King influenced my reading today, so much these are just some of the ways she did. In conclusion, I am an average reader. I enjoy reading because it feels so real it is a dream, but more intense and action filled. But I have other things I have to do so I don’t have time to read as much as I want to. Because I dont have the time to read I think i’m a 5-6 somewhere in between. But this story was about all the things that made me, the reader I am today.