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Literacy Narrative on Learning Native Languages
Several days ago, I took a blissful trip way down memory lane. Throughout our life we live and learn through many different experiences. As children learn to read and write they learn many new sounds and letters. For some children, these tasks in life come easy and some struggle. As I remember the path of learning that I had to take to learn how to read, I sit and laugh at some fond memories (one in particular). As my mom and I were walking around beautiful downtown Wadesboro, looking at the historical sites, I saw a sign that read “Antiques”. I immediately busted out laughing hysterically. My mom gave me the craziest look and people on the street began to stop and stare. She asked me “What in the world is wrong with you?” I told her that the sign read “Antiques.” She asked me what was so funny about that. I told her that it reminded me of our trip to the mountains when I was only 7 or 8 years old. She stood silent for several moments then she too began to laugh. When I was only 7 or 8 years old, my family went on vacation to Dollywood in Tennessee. It was during the fall of the year and the mountains were absolutely beautiful. The leaves on the trees were dancing brilliant colors of red, orange, and yellow. The temperatures were extremely comfortable-not too hot, not too cold. We drove through the winding mountain roads, gawking at the rainbow of colors that transpired down the mountainsides. As the road wound around the mountain so did the crystal clean brook that it seemed to follow. It is so hard to explain. The scenery, at times, was absolutely breathtaking. After riding for what seemed to be an eternity, we arrived in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. It was late at night and town was very calm and quiet. Once we arrived it did not take us long to find out hotel. I was so excited. The hotel had an indoor, heated swimming pool. Our room was on the third floor. We could see lots of interesting shops and venues from our balcony. The next day we decided to go

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