However, I recall one of my earliest and fondest memories of where my literacy journey began. As a young child, I liked to scribble crayon all over anything I deemed as acceptable to ruin. Although, I did not yet understand what I was doing, I deeply felt in my heart that I was meant to draw. The feeling of satisfaction that emerged from within every time I produced a work of art was invigorating. I loved drawing. In fact, I still do, I just have a deeper appreciation for it now. I can infer that these early memories of drawing left such a great impression on me, that it was the birth of a new interest on the road to becoming literate. Expressing myself through the use of imagination and creativity certainly felt like the correct place to start. In school I was taught to stay inside the lines. I did not like this rule. There was just something so alluring, and pleasing about the idea of coloring outside the lines. For every assignment, I would doodle a picture at the bottom of the page, and every project I would go the extra mile. For the sake of keeping my “teachers pet” title, I would make them cards. I felt so much joy in the moments I would draw, that I searched for new ways to use my skill other than just for
However, I recall one of my earliest and fondest memories of where my literacy journey began. As a young child, I liked to scribble crayon all over anything I deemed as acceptable to ruin. Although, I did not yet understand what I was doing, I deeply felt in my heart that I was meant to draw. The feeling of satisfaction that emerged from within every time I produced a work of art was invigorating. I loved drawing. In fact, I still do, I just have a deeper appreciation for it now. I can infer that these early memories of drawing left such a great impression on me, that it was the birth of a new interest on the road to becoming literate. Expressing myself through the use of imagination and creativity certainly felt like the correct place to start. In school I was taught to stay inside the lines. I did not like this rule. There was just something so alluring, and pleasing about the idea of coloring outside the lines. For every assignment, I would doodle a picture at the bottom of the page, and every project I would go the extra mile. For the sake of keeping my “teachers pet” title, I would make them cards. I felt so much joy in the moments I would draw, that I searched for new ways to use my skill other than just for