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My first memory of reading was having my mother read a story to me, probably around the age of 4 or 5.
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On my first day of First Grade I thought I would learn how to read. I came home very disappointed that I still didn't know how to read after one day at school.
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I was a good reader and liked reading both in school and out of school. In 3rd Grade I noticed that some students got to go to the school Resource Room to read and got treasure box. I began to fake problems with reading until they sent me to the Resource Room for extra practice. I only got to go 3 times until they realized I was faking, but I did get treasure box!
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I remember seeing my parents sitting reading books in the evening after dinner almost every night.
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My 4th Grade teacher hated me. One day in reading groups I was talking when I shouldn't have been and my teacher announced in front of the class that I should take my things and move to a lower reading group because I wasn't paying attention. I remember being humiliated and upset because the new reading group was reading a very simple book that I felt I was beyond. I hated reading group the rest of that year because she never moved me back up and I felt stupid.
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When I was a freshman in high school I read my fist classic, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. I was blown away and hooked on classics after that. I read everything by Dickens and then made a list of classics and tried to read them all.
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I majored in history in college and I loved reading the textbooks. My friends would skim and highlight the text but I could never get myself to skim, I had to read every word of every chapter. It took a lot more time to do homework!
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I developed a love of long books and long series. The longer the book, the more excited I was to read it. I tried to read everything from classics to science fiction to history. I read constantly.
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I decided I should read the classics again since it had been so long since I had last read anything. I was so bored with the slow pace that I couldn't make it through a single classic, even the ones I had loved before. I was hugely disappointed but finally acknowledged that this fast paced world has ruined the slow march of a good book.
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As my family began to grow and I had more kids, time for reading disappeared. I found myself going from reading two books at once to never picking up a single book.
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I read to my children almost every night. I am teaching my 4 year old daughter how to read. I offer my older kids $5 a book during the summer for every book they read. I model reading to my kids at night. So far I have two kids that love to read and one that thinks its a chore.
