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Catching the Reading Bug
Sep. 26th, 2003 01:24 pmA Pointless Story
Still sick, but I think I'm getting better. But this illness has put me in mind of a episode from my childhood.
When I was in the second grade it seemed that I would be on a very different future from the one I actually ended up with. You see when I was seven I didn't particularly like to read. Except stories with the great big beautiful illustrations. Many adults tried to convince me otherwise, but I didn't want to have anything to do with those 'boring books' that were all full of plain black letters on white paper. I may very well have become a different person except for what happened to me shortly before my eighth birthday.
I got sick with a pretty heavy cold or maybe a mild case of the flu and ended up staying home from school. My mom, being a thoughtful sort, went to the school and got me my homework from Ms. Grey and Ms. Uymeria (no, I'm not sure about the spelling of her name). She also got me a book, a Hardy Boys Mystery entitled While the Clock Ticks. She suggested I try it even though it only had one illustration near the front.
I reluctantly started, and before I knew it I was hooked. I finished the book in less than a day and requested another two. By the end of the school year I had read all the Hardy Boys books in the school library and started in reading books all the way up to a 4th grade level. One of my favorites was The Witch of Blackbird Pond. So that's how I got started reading. But for being ill I might be been a very different person.
Still sick, but I think I'm getting better. But this illness has put me in mind of a episode from my childhood.
When I was in the second grade it seemed that I would be on a very different future from the one I actually ended up with. You see when I was seven I didn't particularly like to read. Except stories with the great big beautiful illustrations. Many adults tried to convince me otherwise, but I didn't want to have anything to do with those 'boring books' that were all full of plain black letters on white paper. I may very well have become a different person except for what happened to me shortly before my eighth birthday.
I got sick with a pretty heavy cold or maybe a mild case of the flu and ended up staying home from school. My mom, being a thoughtful sort, went to the school and got me my homework from Ms. Grey and Ms. Uymeria (no, I'm not sure about the spelling of her name). She also got me a book, a Hardy Boys Mystery entitled While the Clock Ticks. She suggested I try it even though it only had one illustration near the front.
I reluctantly started, and before I knew it I was hooked. I finished the book in less than a day and requested another two. By the end of the school year I had read all the Hardy Boys books in the school library and started in reading books all the way up to a 4th grade level. One of my favorites was The Witch of Blackbird Pond. So that's how I got started reading. But for being ill I might be been a very different person.