My Literacy In My Life

Literacy in My Life
Growing up, I cherished the shelves on top of shelves of books that my sister and I had collected. On rainy days I would be doing one of two activities, reading a book, or writing my own book. I was such a bookworm that my mom would have to ground me from reading and force me to play outside. All throughout elementary school, I was on the Creative Writing, Listening Skills, Editorial Writing, and Spelling UIL competitions. I got to school early and stayed late just to work on spelling difficult words, coming up with a story that had events made up from my imagination, and practicing arguing on a piece of paper. I got to express myself through graphite and paper which in turn made so many people in my life feel an array of
I am still capable of that, but I have to be reading a well detailed book that catches my attention from the very beginning. While my love for reading may have faded a bit, my love for writing has not budged for many, many years. For the past thirteen years I have been in school, I have been trying to perfect the art of writing the “perfect” story, essay, or play. It wasn’t until my freshman year of high school that I really realized the importance of literacy. One would think I had already known the importance of it when I was younger because I was so excited about it, but back then I did it for fun, for the joy of finishing a story I made up about talking food so I could turn it into Mrs. Fabian and see her eyes light up with how creative my story was. I don’t write only for myself, but for others too. Being able to make someone cry, laugh, or even frustrated with words that I have written on a piece of paper is why I write. That is the importance of literacy. Letting people or even yourself escape into another world with words printed on a simple piece of paper stapled, or bound together. Why hadn’t I realized this earlier in my life? Perhaps I did not realize I had the power to make a ton of people enter a new world, and experience what I had