One specific time I remember learning to read was when I was maybe 6 or 7 and I was have trouble pronouncing the word “this.” I don’t remember what the title of the book was or what it was about but it was a short children’s book that had a couple sentences on each page. My dad was sitting with me at our kitchen table listening as I read the book. When I stumbled on the word “this” he told me to sound it out but when I couldn’t figure it out he told me how to say it. For some reason I couldn’t remember how to say the word throughout the whole book and my dad was so frustrated. When I finished it the first time I was disappointed that I couldn’t read the whole thing by myself. I was determined to accomplish the goal so I read the book a second
