Children's Literature - an Autobiographical Narrative Essay

Books have been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember.   I was taught to read both at home and at school, and was given the freedom to choose whatever genre I decided on.   My experiences with books were always positive, which allowed me to develop a love for literature.   The reading that I did throughout my childhood helped to shape both the genres I enjoy and the amount I read today.
The earliest memory I have containing books involves my mother reading me bedtime stories.   She would read to me before bed each night, and I quickly developed favourites.   One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish by Dr. Seuss was at the top of my list, and I would request this book more often than any other.   I loved how the words flowed off the pages and the rhymes stuck in my head, as well as how vibrant the images on the pages were.   At this age, primary colors definitely appealed to me.   After reading this book to me for what seemed to be the hundredth time, my mother thought she would trick me by skipping pages in the book in order to get through it faster.   Unfortunately for her, by this time I had memorized the entire book, word for word.   I would throw a fit and refuse to go to bed until she went back and reread the book properly.
Throughout kindergarten, grade one, and grade two, my school had a reading program.   It was used to positively reinforce books in a child’s life.   Each day at the end of class, children had to sign out at least one book to take home and read it with their parents.   There were five levels of books, ranging from easy to difficult, and points that were given according to what level of book the child chose.   Parents had to sign off that their child had read these books, and both the book and parental signature would be returned the following day.   When the points were totaled at the end of each week, the child with the highest amount of points was allowed to choose a prize from a range of small toys or stuffed animals.   I would strive... [continues]

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