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I can say I started to remember things clearly around the age of five. I wasn’t a kid who really liked to read, even though I started school very early at just two years old. I thought reading might be something I would enjoy when I got older, but back then I mostly did it because I had to. I was told that reading would help me speak better and it actually worked.The first person who really inspired me was my dad. He read a lot, and when you’re a kid, seeing your parent do something makes you want to do it too. He was always the one pushing me and helping me. He helped me with my homework, especially with reading, writing, and speaking pretty much anything that had to do with learning. Since he was a teacher, his help made a big difference. Around that time, he was also in college working on his master’s in Criminal Justice, so I got to read with him more often. I learned a lot of new and big words, and I actually started to enjoy it. Those moments with him made learning fun for me and gave me motivation to keep trying.
From what I can remember, whenever I read in the afternoon, my father would ask me what I had read have me write about it and then read it aloud again. If I mispronounced any words, he would correct me. This practice really helped me improve my reading and writing skills. Every time I said a word correctly, my family would clap and congratulate me which made me feel proud and motivated to keep getting better. Each day I gained more confidence when speaking to others.My father always told me that once I started doing those things I was already pushing myself to learn more and that’s why he enrolled me in school at just two years old. I was considered an advanced child smart, confident, and eager to read, write, and speak. In school, I often stood out in my class, even though most of the other kids were a year older than me. I worked hard to earn A’s because good grades meant rewards like candy, trips to the park, or outings on Sundays after church. I started to feel truly literate around the age of eight or nine when studying and remembering lessons became more real and challenging. I loved reading fiction books, which was one of the main reasons I enjoyed reading as a child. At school, we had these audio exercises (I can’t remember the exact name) where we listened to a book and repeated it phrase by phrase. I found that method fun and really enjoyed doing it back then.
When I had to start studying regular textbooks and nonfiction books, I slowly began to lose interest in reading. I kept studying because I had no choice but I stopped enjoying it. Over time I started to dislike reading altogether. My role model has always been my father, and he still is. As a literate person I’d describe myself as someone who isn’t really into reading. I’m not exactly sure how I feel about it because while I enjoy writing and speaking reading has never been something I truly loved. Still literacy plays a big role in my life every day whether it’s for communicating, thinking critically, or even making financial decisions. You have to read carefully to avoid mistakes, research information, and understand important documents or stories. Even though I don’t take literacy as seriously as I should my father continues to be the person who inspires me the most.
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