As I was getting ready for kindergarten I didn't understand books, the meaning, or purpose of any pf them. I would watch my mother grab books questioning why? As time progressed on my mother, father, and grandmother picked out books, sat them in front of me, and started reading. My grandmother did everything she could to make me enjoy novels as mush as she did. In fact I think I became more attached than her.
By the time I got out of kindergarten, I was an excellent reader. I watched different shows to help me with words I didn't understand. These shows helped a lot over the years and made it more helpful on my mom part. Every time you turned around I had a book in my hand. Seeing my family read a lot made me wonder, would I be the same?
I grew up over the years, and started getting older. I hated reading, I asked my mom what was the point, and why she liked it. I felt like reading was for nerds.
Every now and then I will pick up a book to read, but I never seem to finish. I understand reading is good for you, it helps you understand in the future. It's just one of those phases I went through when i was a child, I thought other things in life were more important than picking up a novel and reading.
As you can see I didn't turn out to be a book worm, like my family, but when it comes down to it and
I absolutely have to pick up a book, I will. There are lots of pros and cons about reading. But if you set your mind to it you can enjoy anything. I come to learn you wont always end up like your piers.
