Personal Narrative: Hop On Pop

My screams ripped though the lazy Sunday afternoon lull of my childhood home. The noise that evoked from my mouth would have led someone to believe I was being held captive in some kind of torture chamber. Sunday afternoons often sounded like this since I had entered kindergarten. My dad had taken it upon himself to teach me to read before anyone else in my class. Being the stubborn child I was, decided that this was a wretched idea and I refused to participate. For a few months this is how our Sundays played out. I remember the day it clicked for me. My dad and I were playing out our traditional charade until he decided that was enough practice. We were reading Dr. Seuss’s book Hop on Pop. “We’re only halfway though the book!” I said. “If you …show more content…
In seventh grade I began to keep a journal. I remember the day I bought it with my grandpa. I picked it out because it was this rich purple and it had a thick white ribbon so that I could keep my place. It was about half the size of a composition notebook, and I remember exactly how the spine sounded when I opened it. Of course being a seventh grader I could go weeks without making an entry, but that didn’t diminish the rush of calmness I felt as I let myself spill my thoughts onto its pages. When I did write I often thought about the authors I loved and what they would think of my writing. I read vigorously and eclectically, which allowed me to be exposed to many different writing styles. Having this knowledge set me up with a solid foundation on which I could begin my journey as a writer.
My literacy journey is one filled with beautiful memories of being buried in the pages of my favorite books. It is one of getting lost in my own words scribbled on the pages of my journal. I know that this will not be the experience of all of my future students. My aspiration for my teaching career is to share the profound joy that reading and writing can bring an