Reading has not been of much importance to me. But when I was a little girl my mom and dad would always read me a bed time story. I loved it when my mom read “The Three Little Pigs” to me. Also one of the books I read in school was “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”. But the most interesting book to me was “ The Three Little Pigs” that my mom would read to me.
The book the “The Three Little Pigs” was most interesting to me, because the wolf in the story would always try to capture the three little pigs. But unfortunately the pigs would always run away from the wolf so that the wolf couldn’t capture them. I laugh at the story because the pigs would always fool the wolf. But not just because the three little pigs would fool the wolf did not mean the wolf would stop trying to get them. Even though, the three little pigs would always build different type of houses the wolf would always blow them down. Until one day came, the pigs built there last house. They built it with cement blocks and the wolf came huffed, huffed, and huffed and couldn’t blow the house down because it was to strong to get blown down like he had done with the rest of the houses. So he came down the chimney while it was on fire, he fell got burnt and died.
I don’t like to read but when it comes down to reading something I like and it’s interesting to me then there is no problem. The first time I actually took the liberty and patience to read a book was in the beginning of my middle school year. The book I read was “The Tale of Despereaux”. I thought it was an amazing book and one of the best books I had ever read until this day. But not just that the good part was that there was a movie attached to it. After I finished reading the book and watching the movie I was astonished on how both exactly they were.
When I was in elementary every morning my teacher would tell my classmates and I to sit down in the middle of the class and she would read us a chapter of a book. But it wouldn’t catch my attention and I wouldn’t pay attention because I was talkative in class. But once I hit the 4th grade my teacher Mr. Kon would read to us as well at the beginning of class for about thirty minutes everyday. But what he had was a collection and that is where he would read to us from. At the end he told us he had read until the 30th book of the collection he had. I thought those were many books he had read out of the collection he had but still did not pay attention.
By the 5th grade my dad bought me a big book that had short stories in them for example; “The Beauty and The Beast”,”Pinochio”, and”The lion King” they were all fairy tales but I liked it the way because it had pictures in it. Even though,n the only cause I would read it was when I was bored or just for fun. I don't know why but once I leveld up in school I still had thoughts of a little girl and only liked books with short stories and pictures in them. Even though reading was not interesting to me I had wished I was.
Now that im in high school as a senior I believe my wish has been granted since I wished reading would interest me. I have realized over time that it is important to but not just that knowing what you've read and comprehend. moreover
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