Literacy Narrative
Professor Cami Dilg
English 1010
My Literacy Adventure
Growing up I loved to read, and I think I owe a great deal of credit to my mom. Since the beginning she would set aside time out of her day to help me read, not to mention the long hours of helping me with my spelling. Being young I don’t quite remember how long we would read every day, but I do remember the stories at least some of them. The first couple of series that we started reading was Junie B. Jones and The Magic Tree House. I remember the hard work that my mom would put in to make sure I was understanding, or even paying attention. One occasion sticks out to me. My mother and I had been reading one of the The Magic Tree House books for a good little while already, and it was her to turn to read. Through probably hundreds of times of doing this she realized this is about the time where I zone out and stop paying attention. She decided to use this to her advantage and give me something to remember when I don’t pay attention. She began the paragraph “Jack and Annie were climbing up into their tree house, and at that moment a giant gold elephant came out of the trees and bit Jack in half.” Suddenly realizing what she just said, I exclaimed “What?!” She would then laugh at me and tell that I needed to pay attention or else I will miss things that are happening in the story. Things continued like that until I was able to read Harry Potter. Which I believe I was in the 3rd grade. My Mother and I would then race to see who could finish each book the fastest. Sometimes my mom would use scout camp to her advantage and send me off so that she would be able to catch up. That would make me mad, and motivate me to read even more. The next big event that shaped my reading career would be when I discovered video games. A boy’s best, but worst friend. I say that because what seemed harmless and filled with fast action packed excitement turned into an addiction. The boy that used to read lost
English 1010
My Literacy Adventure
Growing up I loved to read, and I think I owe a great deal of credit to my mom. Since the beginning she would set aside time out of her day to help me read, not to mention the long hours of helping me with my spelling. Being young I don’t quite remember how long we would read every day, but I do remember the stories at least some of them. The first couple of series that we started reading was Junie B. Jones and The Magic Tree House. I remember the hard work that my mom would put in to make sure I was understanding, or even paying attention. One occasion sticks out to me. My mother and I had been reading one of the The Magic Tree House books for a good little while already, and it was her to turn to read. Through probably hundreds of times of doing this she realized this is about the time where I zone out and stop paying attention. She decided to use this to her advantage and give me something to remember when I don’t pay attention. She began the paragraph “Jack and Annie were climbing up into their tree house, and at that moment a giant gold elephant came out of the trees and bit Jack in half.” Suddenly realizing what she just said, I exclaimed “What?!” She would then laugh at me and tell that I needed to pay attention or else I will miss things that are happening in the story. Things continued like that until I was able to read Harry Potter. Which I believe I was in the 3rd grade. My Mother and I would then race to see who could finish each book the fastest. Sometimes my mom would use scout camp to her advantage and send me off so that she would be able to catch up. That would make me mad, and motivate me to read even more. The next big event that shaped my reading career would be when I discovered video games. A boy’s best, but worst friend. I say that because what seemed harmless and filled with fast action packed excitement turned into an addiction. The boy that used to read lost