Adventure to Literacy I’ve come to realize one thing, that no matter how dreadful or hopeless something may seem, nothing ever stays the same. You have to decide whether it defeats you or molds you into a stronger person. In my situation, I became strengthened. My path to literacy developed into a long journey, full of hardship and frustration. Encouragement from my parents, along with great effort, endless studying, perseverance, and breakthroughs, have shaped me into an avid reader. My sisters and I huddled around our father, impatiently waiting for the resolution of the previous night's cliffhanger. Snow painted the night sky as we begun our nightly tradition of reading a chapter of our favorite book series, The Hardy Boys. Our dog snored
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Because of this, reading with my mother turned into the most frustrating, yet satisfying learning experience of my early childhood. I would gleefully sit beside my mother on the couch, hand her my favorite book, and beg, “Just another chapter, please!” And, as a loving and encouraging parent, she would happily oblige and fulfill my wish. Attentively listening, my eyes would follow her finger, hoping that something would click in my head. As we read, she would prod me to study and sound out the words on my own so that I would become familiar with the rules of grammar. I would spend many afternoons staring at the symbols on the page, hoping they would form words. However, I wouldn’t experience my first breakthrough until a rainy day in …show more content…
Rain splashed against my window as I attempted to balance my flashlight perfectly on my knee. Distracted by the issue at hand, I hardly noticed the faint footsteps approaching my door. With a great ruckus, I dove onto my bed, still wrapped tightly in my blanket, and hid my book and flashlight underneath my pillow. My father entered my room and struggled to stifle his laughter as he heard me snore loudly in a feeble attempt to mask my consciousness. Knowing full well my ruse had not fooled anyone, I sat up in my bed and weakly apologized for staying up late again. Curious, my father asked, “Well, what are you up to bud?” Smiling proudly I replied, “Discovering my own adventure of
Because of this, reading with my mother turned into the most frustrating, yet satisfying learning experience of my early childhood. I would gleefully sit beside my mother on the couch, hand her my favorite book, and beg, “Just another chapter, please!” And, as a loving and encouraging parent, she would happily oblige and fulfill my wish. Attentively listening, my eyes would follow her finger, hoping that something would click in my head. As we read, she would prod me to study and sound out the words on my own so that I would become familiar with the rules of grammar. I would spend many afternoons staring at the symbols on the page, hoping they would form words. However, I wouldn’t experience my first breakthrough until a rainy day in …show more content…
Rain splashed against my window as I attempted to balance my flashlight perfectly on my knee. Distracted by the issue at hand, I hardly noticed the faint footsteps approaching my door. With a great ruckus, I dove onto my bed, still wrapped tightly in my blanket, and hid my book and flashlight underneath my pillow. My father entered my room and struggled to stifle his laughter as he heard me snore loudly in a feeble attempt to mask my consciousness. Knowing full well my ruse had not fooled anyone, I sat up in my bed and weakly apologized for staying up late again. Curious, my father asked, “Well, what are you up to bud?” Smiling proudly I replied, “Discovering my own adventure of