My mom used to have me read a book series called The Magic Tree House by Mary Pope Osborne. This book series sculpted the relationship for reading I have today. My mom and i would switch off reading each chapter. This style of reading allowed me to progressively increase my reading skills with the help of my mother.  It taught me how to read stories, and connect the sentences to make it sound smooth when I read each sentence. This outside practice from school made me advance my literary skills, when speaking and when reading. My mom made reading interesting, this was because she also liked reading books, and listening to me read. Because of this I have a certain place in my heart for a reading books.

        The reason why i liked reading so much was not only because of the books i was reading but who i was reading them with. When the newest book of the series would come out, we would drive to the nearest bookstore to go pick it up. This made me look forward to reading books when i was younger. When we would read, i would get under the covers of my bed, and she would pull up a chair. We would read every night until i either fell asleep or until we finished the book. I can remember it hurting my hand to keep the book open by the end of the night because i was reading for such a long period of time. This literary moment made me not mind reading books in class while the other kids would complain.

When i was learning to write, my teacher noticed that i was holding my pencil differently than other kids in the class. My teacher and mom came to the decision that if i held my pencil like the others, my writing would be more legible. This meant that i would have to adapt to writing a completely different way than i have learned up to that point. For a couple weeks i tried to write in the normal way, this effort did not show to be worth the result. The change in writing style caused me to fall behind the other students in pace, when the real effort i should have put in was in the beginning working how my own writing technique.

When I switched to the common way of holding the pencil it took me longer to write. When i was almost done with my writing workbook, the other students would be waiting for me to finish. I would be halfway done as the other kids would be finishing their writing. This was because i couldn’t write as fast as they could, and i my handwriting looked even worse. This caused the whole class to wait, as they waiting for just me to finish. The kids would glare at me for not being done, and would ask the teacher to start the lesson without me. This felt like a lot of pressure on me as a 3rd grader, and i would half answer the question to just be done like everyone else. Even though it would strain my hand my own writing style was what was best for me.

After no success of improving my writing appearance or speed, my mom and i decided that i should just write my own way. After going back to my normal way, my mom helped me practice my writing, which made me improve the right way. I would write letters to my grandparents and making uwriting held me back from completing my goals. This taught me that it is better to do it my own p stories to write down. My mom helped me write better, because she saw how my way rather than trying to catch up in someone else’s way. There was no reason for me to try and write differently just because it is not as neat nor normal. Not only did this help me write more fluently, but also made it more interesting to write due to my unique way.