Personal Narrative: My Love Of Reading

I have always liked to read. I was taught how to read at a very young age and have never lost the love of reading throughout school. I was taught how to spell correctly and how to write neater as a young child. My parents knew that I would need to know how to read fluently to succeed in school, but they never worried about writing. My mother would read books to me every night, and as I grew older I started to read them to her. I loved to read as soon as I learned how.
When I entered school, I loved to read all the books in my classroom, but I never like having to write about those same things. This has followed me throughout school. I loved to read all of the children’s books in the bookshelves. The stories fascinated me with all the places to visit and people that I could see. I would always look forward to being able to read new books.
The older I got, the more I learned to love reading. I would sit in my room after school and read for hours some days. My mother brought me to the library in Park Rapids every week. I would get five books every time. By the time I was in the third grade, I was reading The Magic Tree House series. I kept a book with me at all times. Though I loved reading, I often struggled with the writing assignments. The more the teachers made me write, the more I came to dislike writing.
I wasn’t wrong about that fact. I had to write five paragraph papers almost every other week. We were assigned longer papers. I struggled because we hard to write all different types of papers. I was told to write informative, research, fiction, and many other types of stories. The most challenging part was the poems. I struggled putting the rhymes together or even thinking of ideas. I really had work harder to get good grades. I never gave up though, and I know these were all preparing me for my future education where writing is almost as important as