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My Name Is Chimezirim Amadi
Personal Connection to English English is not only a subject, it is also an art. When you are reading a book, for instance, and the book is explaining the characters or the location of the story, if you have a vivid and artistic imagination, you can visualize exactly how the characters or the location of the story is painted. I always had a personal connection with English since my childhood to the present. I had always wondered how people read words on a book or even know what the word meant, when I was a little girl. Being the curious four year old that I was, I started reading the dictionary not even knowing what the words said or meant. The reason I did that was because I liked looking at the words, wondering what it said, I was too preserved to ask anyone to teach me how to read, so I tried to teach myself. I never wanted anyone to see me reading because I did not understand anything I was reading. At night when everyone went to sleep, I snuck out of my bed, went and got the dictionary, and started looking and reading the words out loud one by one. One night I snuck out, and my father heard a little voice talking. He snuck over behind me and asked what I was doing. I tried to hide the dictionary but he grabbed it and asked what was I doing with it, I was stunned and speechless, I was so speechless that I started mumbling. I mumbled all the way to my room. The next morning, right before he went to work he told my mom what happened. My mom decided to sit me down and ask me about the situation, finally I was ready to face the truth. That was when I told her, I wanted to learn how to read. She smiled and told me I did not have to be shy about it, so she bought me some easy to read books with pictures and these HUGE words. It was exciting to read books with so much art. I loved reading and everything thing about it, so much that by the age of eight I started making my own fiction books. First I told my mom to buy me a big composition book with brand

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