Memories Of Reading In Elementary School

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Marissa DeLaPaz
Journal entry #3
Memories

My earliest memories of reading in elementary school were so great was truly unforgettable. Although having been in elementary school was so long ago, it feels like it was yesterday. I can remember the teacher reading the cat in the hat to my class and, making us green eggs and ham. Along with, remembering the sound of her voice and the smell of the green eggs and ham. We were all sitting in the cafeteria of my private school, with the teacher reading the book while we ate our green eggs and ham. Therefore, the teachers made my first reading experience so memorable it would be impossible to forget. In addition, when I was in the fifth grade my first writing experience was great. I remember they made

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