Growing up I learned to read at the age of 7. I don't remember in details of the process that I had to go through in order to learn how to read. In spite of this, one bitter memory that stands out was when my father made me read the newspaper to him every night. It was definitely not an enjoyable experience. Most of the times, I did not have any idea what I was reading about. It took me an eternity to read a single word because of the more complicated vocabulary that I couldn't seem to pronounce. Last of all, the font size was super tiny, so it contributed greatly to my overall frustration. It didn't help me improve my reading much, but it was something that allowed me a pass to watch my favorite TV show.
When I moved to this great country
When I moved to this great country