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I use to follow along with my parents when they read to me. When I understood that words have meaning, I would read to myself, but make up my own story using the pictures in the book, unless I actually knew the words. (The picture I used for this actually was a book I owned and read a lot.)
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This was when I knew I wanted to be a teacher. I would go home and set up my stuffed animals as if they were my students and play school. I would read to my students just like my teacher did to us.
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In the 4th grade, we got new science textbooks. I loved the feeling of a new textbook, so I would flip through it, looking at all the content we would discuss. I read the weather chapter because I had a fascination with weather.
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It was 6th grade; the start of middle school. We had to do our own individual reading and take comprehension tests called Accelerated Reader. We also were given books from the teacher to read, which was when I discovered I hate being forced to read a book I have no interest in. This caused me to stop reading.
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When I entered high school, we were never actually forced to read books. I also had a little bit more free time now that I didn't have to sit down all the time and read. This peaked my interest in reading again. In high school, I would read about 3-4 different books at a time.
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The Christmas of 2015, all I asked for was book. I think it was about 20 books. I didn't get all of them, but I got most and I was happy.
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In my freshman year of college, I had some traumatic events happen to me. This triggered my depression. To help myself, I tried to read books that was centered around depression or a character had depression. I would hope to find some sort of light and how I could possibly feel better. Unfortunately, I didn't find any help. I went back to reading other types of books. My passion for reading helped me see a light at the end of the tunnel.
