Reading wasn’t considered a hobby or something you do leisurely where I grew up as a kid. Kids, teens, and adults in my community never really read. They didn’t sit down with their children and read to them fairy tales and adults didn’t use their day’s off to consume themselves into books “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou. Instead, they consumed themselves …show more content…
I didn’t know what that meant at the time. All I knew was that they sat me on the large rainbow carpet in front of what seemed like million of wondrous eyes all staring at me. They placed a book in my hand , that I can’t remember the name of, and simply told me to read. So, I did. I wasn’t nervous to read in front of my peers but more confused. Why was I the only kid who knew how to read and why did I have to read to them? In kindergarten it was pretty much the same. I read, and read, and read until I could read with my eyes closed. Reading was all I did. I read everywhere: in the car, at the dinner table, and even in the bathtub. My family thought I was some kind of genius since none of the other children showed any interest in anything other than playing with their friends and watching Dora the Explorer- which was normal at the age. I did all those things. But I’ve never thought of myself as smarter than the other kids at that time. I just thought I was just a little black girl who got