Literacy Narrative
In a way, my taste for books have gone astray since grade school. I had a passion to read. Then it became hard to find books that motivated me to keep reading. As a child reading was fun and easy, now it is tedious and boring. I cannot find a book that interests me as much as they did when I was younger. A Love That Became Hard to Nurture Some children have difficulties finding a good book to relish. I did not typically have a hard time. I enjoyed reading my entire elementary school life. I used to enjoy reading books because I felt I was strong at it; now I cannot find any books that interest me the way they used to. During my kindergarten year, my mother bought the “Hooked on Phonics” set. “Hooked on Phonics” is a tool for children to learn how to read. I did not need the extra help, but my parents did not think the extra help was the worst idea. It had a series of levels and learning difficulties. All my siblings partook in this reading tool.
At my usual bedtime, 8:00 PM, I would not go to sleep; I would stay up reading as long as I could keep my eyelids open. When my parents would come and check on me, they would tell me to turn off my light and go to sleep, but after they left again, I would just continue to read. After several times of insubordination my parents would get upset and take my lamp that was on my nightstand. I always found that peculiar and a bit contradicting. I would think, “How can someone get frustrated for doing something intellectual, like reading?” Often parents have to yell at their children to read, and mine were telling me to stop. Eventually my parents realized it was contradicting to hold me back from reading. I took that as an advantage, and I read books for hours. I would get little to no sleep, but it was was always completely worth it.
In the third grade, I read one of my favorite books, Matilda by Roald Dahl. I finished reading the 240 paged book in an examination room during a physical. I was ecstatic that someone
At my usual bedtime, 8:00 PM, I would not go to sleep; I would stay up reading as long as I could keep my eyelids open. When my parents would come and check on me, they would tell me to turn off my light and go to sleep, but after they left again, I would just continue to read. After several times of insubordination my parents would get upset and take my lamp that was on my nightstand. I always found that peculiar and a bit contradicting. I would think, “How can someone get frustrated for doing something intellectual, like reading?” Often parents have to yell at their children to read, and mine were telling me to stop. Eventually my parents realized it was contradicting to hold me back from reading. I took that as an advantage, and I read books for hours. I would get little to no sleep, but it was was always completely worth it.
In the third grade, I read one of my favorite books, Matilda by Roald Dahl. I finished reading the 240 paged book in an examination room during a physical. I was ecstatic that someone