Essay On The First Day Of Kindergarten

On hot day in Arizona armed with a little pink backpack, it was my first day of Kindergarten. The modified school house held multiple grades in one room but the three student Kindergarten class had its own room. The other two girls were not very fond of me and were sometimes mean to me. So, I turned to my academics. I had already started writing and learning to read before then, so I was already running with my understanding the magic of letters. From a young age, reading became my life.
Something about growing up in a toxic environment changes people. Childhood was not a particularly easy time for me. Suffering from childhood depression, there were not many escapes. Reading was one of my only escapes that I found from a young age. When learning the alphabet, I was picky about coloring my letter a specific way because colors corresponded with sounds …show more content…
I could read for hours and never get tired. I would regularly read all night when I lived in Colorado. In fact, over the duration of my parents’ divorce I would often be found in a corner behind the couch with a book. I would hide away in my own little world to make it feel like my life was together. My mother was malicious and my father was fighting a standard that men could not have custody of children. It was a drawn out fight that caused even more trauma for my young mind.
Now, I have found I do not read as many books as I used to. I still read quite a bit for school but I simply do not have the same amount of time that I used to for reading. I strive to read every day but it often ends in failure because I get so tired from work and school. My relationship with reading has definitely changed but that doesn’t mean it is no longer there. A day where I can just read all day is a day I dream about. Reading still relaxes me and is the perfect getaway from the world. I no longer need the constant escape from depression or abuse but the world is still