Essay on My Parents Are Kinda Cool

1120 Words Sep 21st, 2015 5 Pages
My parents are kinda cool. They used to give me everything I’d ask for and something I 'd always want is books. I 'd always want them, but I don 't know why because I never actually read them. Instead, I would always look at the pictures in the books and tell my parents what the book was about based on what the pictures it showed. I’d tell them I know what it’s about because I read it, but, the thing is, I never read any of it. I only lied because that was the only way for them to get me more books. When I was young, whenever I looked at a book, I only saw lines with random letters. Every book I had would translate into saying, “BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!” I guess you can say that 's what it sounded like when I first started to read. You can 't blame me. I was only 4 years old.
In kindergarten, I remember having these reading sessions that consisted of my class and my kindergarten teacher. I don’t remember her name, but what I do remember is that she was tall and fragile meaning, she was old. Anyway, I remember sitting down with my class and in front of us would be my kindergarten teacher reading a book to us. As we gave her all our eyes and attention, she began to read one of the most known kid books. The book she was reading to us was, No David. You know, it was the book with the kid who acted like a hooligan and broke everything. I knew what David was doing because of the pictures shown in the book, but, I never understood what the words were saying to describe what he…

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