Essay On Literacy
When thinking of literacy, my earliest, as well as one of my fondest, memory includes my grandmother. As a matter of fact, my past encounters with literacy are all very fond memories, for most of these memories incorporate or remind me of my grandmother, someone I adore.
My earliest memory of reading was just before I started kindergarten. At the time, me and my sisters had been living with my grandmother. The sky was gloomy and filled with grey clouds and the air smelled of rain, fresh, clean and crisp. My grandmother opened the curtains so that what little light was available could be let in by the cold-to-the-touch windows. Before we walked into the living room, my grandmother told me to grab a book from my room. I beamed with excitement …show more content…
My teacher gave each of her students a composition book so that we could practice writing sentences as well as drawing illustrations for them, and I absolutely adored creating these sentences. My grandmother always demanded that I read them to her, and, with a sense of pride, I read, flipping through the rough and sloppily colored pages. She would give me her bright and youthful smile and tell me that “I was so smart”, which followed with a warm hug and a kiss on the head or cheek. Currently, I prefer to type my writing, because I’m more confident with fonts than I am with my handwriting; I also enjoy the rhythmic sound of typing on a keyboard. My ideal writing environment includes me sitting on my bed with my laptop on my lap and with earbuds on, for music helps me develops stories; every song plays a story, and I love to write each and every one of them down. I enjoy writing about adventure and fantasy, all while tossing in some romance. While writing, I feel this sensation of… delight. The idea of being an author and pouring my heart and soul in words for others to enjoy is like a constant daydream; It’s almost too good to be true. But, my grandmother is always giving me her youthful smile and supporting my writing. Being who she is, she’s always someone that I can think about or talk to when I’m in doubt, which is something I
My earliest memory of reading was just before I started kindergarten. At the time, me and my sisters had been living with my grandmother. The sky was gloomy and filled with grey clouds and the air smelled of rain, fresh, clean and crisp. My grandmother opened the curtains so that what little light was available could be let in by the cold-to-the-touch windows. Before we walked into the living room, my grandmother told me to grab a book from my room. I beamed with excitement …show more content…
My teacher gave each of her students a composition book so that we could practice writing sentences as well as drawing illustrations for them, and I absolutely adored creating these sentences. My grandmother always demanded that I read them to her, and, with a sense of pride, I read, flipping through the rough and sloppily colored pages. She would give me her bright and youthful smile and tell me that “I was so smart”, which followed with a warm hug and a kiss on the head or cheek. Currently, I prefer to type my writing, because I’m more confident with fonts than I am with my handwriting; I also enjoy the rhythmic sound of typing on a keyboard. My ideal writing environment includes me sitting on my bed with my laptop on my lap and with earbuds on, for music helps me develops stories; every song plays a story, and I love to write each and every one of them down. I enjoy writing about adventure and fantasy, all while tossing in some romance. While writing, I feel this sensation of… delight. The idea of being an author and pouring my heart and soul in words for others to enjoy is like a constant daydream; It’s almost too good to be true. But, my grandmother is always giving me her youthful smile and supporting my writing. Being who she is, she’s always someone that I can think about or talk to when I’m in doubt, which is something I