When I was a kid, my sister and I would run up the stairs so my Mother could read to us. She read from the Christian Holy Bible and would read us these stories about powerful people who …show more content…
She wanted us to share her world and she wanted us to embrace our religion, so I do not blame her for dragging us on our heels to church. I also don't blame myself and my sister for the disinterest in the church. We were kids, we enjoyed reading and we enjoyed learning. Bored out of our minds, we only had the words of the pastor to occupy us. The stories my Mother once read to us were watered down and not as exciting. The pastor's voice would be monotone to us, but to adults it seemed as if every word he spoke would be spoken with brilliance. Every word he spoke had all the adults in awe the same way my Mother had me in awe. The reading my Mother did for my sister and I made us want to develop our reading and writing