Pizza Hut. We were off to Pizza Hut. The prize for winning my preschool “Book It” contest consisted of a free personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut. A month before, I struggled with interest in books or in anything involved with literature, except for what my mom insisted reading to me. A month before, I had never opened a book on my own besides the Bible at church on Sunday’s. A month before, I was a different person, and now… I read. Although the prize was simple, it undoubtedly attracted all the children. All an adult has to do is offer a simple prize, and a kid will do almost anything the adult wants. That is how this contest worked out in daycare: 30 kids would end up reading without any prize whatsoever, and one kid would get a free pizza
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There were no updates on how many books everyone had read throughout the month, and really, anyone could lie about it. It resulted, however, as a requirement in my household. My mom charged me with accomplishing the goal set before me. My sister, who had always nurtured me, stepped in to oversee this challenge. Every night I dressed into my pajamas, and my sister faithfully came into my room. She read countless books to me past my bedtime because she desired to help me, and because I quickly became determined as well to finish the most books and win the prize. Although it was difficult at first, reading became a part of my daily routine. I started to look forward to spending the time at night with my sister and continuing to improve my literacy …show more content…
I pursued the pathway of nightly reading, which carried all the way through my elementary years and most of my middle and high school experience. This participation in reading expanded my vocabulary and even taught me life lessons through various stories.
. The day of the contest’s end created a nerve racking day for myself. I extremely wanted to be the winner, and I knew my sister would inquire of the outcome after school, as she wanted me to win as well. Although the situation seems small twelve years later, it was all my mind could think about at that moment in time. I felt very confident in how many books my sister and I had completed over the past month, but who knew how many the others had read?
. As the group leaders and instructors tallied the final results, my heart could no longer beat inside my body. The long wait to see if I would be the lucky kid who got a free pizza wouldn’t last much longer, and I wanted to know if it the past month had been worth it. But looking back, despite the results, I would still have been satisfied with the life skills that I had started to
There were no updates on how many books everyone had read throughout the month, and really, anyone could lie about it. It resulted, however, as a requirement in my household. My mom charged me with accomplishing the goal set before me. My sister, who had always nurtured me, stepped in to oversee this challenge. Every night I dressed into my pajamas, and my sister faithfully came into my room. She read countless books to me past my bedtime because she desired to help me, and because I quickly became determined as well to finish the most books and win the prize. Although it was difficult at first, reading became a part of my daily routine. I started to look forward to spending the time at night with my sister and continuing to improve my literacy …show more content…
I pursued the pathway of nightly reading, which carried all the way through my elementary years and most of my middle and high school experience. This participation in reading expanded my vocabulary and even taught me life lessons through various stories.
. The day of the contest’s end created a nerve racking day for myself. I extremely wanted to be the winner, and I knew my sister would inquire of the outcome after school, as she wanted me to win as well. Although the situation seems small twelve years later, it was all my mind could think about at that moment in time. I felt very confident in how many books my sister and I had completed over the past month, but who knew how many the others had read?
. As the group leaders and instructors tallied the final results, my heart could no longer beat inside my body. The long wait to see if I would be the lucky kid who got a free pizza wouldn’t last much longer, and I wanted to know if it the past month had been worth it. But looking back, despite the results, I would still have been satisfied with the life skills that I had started to