Personal Narrative: How Reading Changed My Life

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Growing up, I never got to experience that cozy feeling of being read to in bed before a good night’s rest. As a young child, being read to wasn’t a common activity between my parents and I. My father would work every day and my mother simply just couldn’t read in English. When my mother had free time, away from taking care of my newborn sister, I would actually read to her in hopes she would learn new words in English. As much as I loved helping my mother out with her English, I was never fond of reading. Reading felt like a chore I had to do every day. The reason I did not enjoy reading, may have been because I was hardly read to, but that never stopped me from pushing myself into a new literacy experience. Now that I’m older, I’ve grown to appreciate being literate and having the knowledge to teach my mother. …show more content…
The glass walls gave the room a peaceful environment. I remember looking up at the these glass walls thinking they were as tall as a giant. I would wander around the library keeping my head down, struggling to find an interesting book that sparked my interest. I’d begin to grow nervous as everyone else in the class would be waiting by the door ready to leave and I’d still be roaming the shelves. Finding intriguing books for me had always been a hassle. It wasn’t until one day, where I noticed a bright purple book catching my eye. If it wasn’t for Junie B. Jones, I probably would have continued to be the last kid lost in a sea of books at the