The big idea of this essay is to tell you an early memory of reading and being red to by someone. This will tell you how I learned how to read.
The person that would always read to me was my dad. He would always read to me before going to sleep or when we would be sitting in the couch. A book that he would always read to me was a book about the difference of colors and animals. He always told me that it was a way to show me how to read but also know my colors