Personal Narrative: My Memory Of My Childhood

As I sit on a colorful carpet listening to my pre-kindergarten teacher, who just happened to be a friend of the family, reading The Berenstain Bears was one of my first memories of learning to read. She would slowly read word-for-word and demonstration what she was reading, and of course show each picture she came across. Once she finished reading to us, now we sit at our color orientated tables learning the alphabet and numbers. Singing our, a, b, c 's, and our one, two, threes, while subtle music plays in the background. Those memories are some of the first I have of learning to read and write. Starting kindergarten is when I finally started to compose sentences, although spelling was no my strongest specialty. Throughout
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Verbs, nouns, proper nouns, and adjectives took its toll on me until I finally grasp the concept behind each one. Grammar took lots of patience and practice and was reviewed every year as well as parts of speech. During those few years, I learned most of the structure and basics for writing.

Sixth grade was my introduction to public speaking. Each week like
Clockwork, we were given a short story to write an essay on. Rough papers owed by Wednesday and final papers owed on Friday on the short story assigned that week. Friday was also the day myself and a partner would stand on chairs in front of my class reading and acting out the short story paragraphs assigned. That year I was more comfortable with public speaking. My high school experiences are most of my fondest memories when it comes to reading, writing, and communicating. During my freshman year of high school, my English teacher 's personality was vast and made English class very interesting and unpredictable. She would sing songs and dance around the room from time to time just to get her point across or to explain things in a manner that we would not forget. She was one of the first teachers