When I was doing my student teaching, I set aside of portion of every single schoolday to read to my kids. There were no questions afterward, no analysis, no tests. It was reading for the pure pleasure of it. I read Charlotte's Web to my second grade kids, and I was not the only one crying at the end.
I learned to read at age 3 because my mother read to me all the time. And I would insist on "reading" the books back to her. She thought - correctly at first, no doubt - that I was merely parroting the words I had heard a hundred times from her. She knew it was the real deal when I read a brand-new book to her without ever having heard it before.
When I was a kid, we went to the library every single Saturday. It was a tradition. If I found a book stamped with a red A for Adult, I gave it to my mom and she checked it out for me, no questions asked. If she saw I was checking out Black Beauty for the thousandth time, she would say, "You've already read that!" and I would say, "So? I like it!" and that would be the end of the conversation. I can remember evening after evening, watching both my parents sitting in the living room, the television off, both of them quietly reading a book.
For as long as I can remember I've loved to read. And I give all the credit for that to my parents.
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When I was doing my student teaching, I set aside of portion of every single schoolday to read to my kids. There were no questions afterward, no analysis, no tests. It was reading for the pure pleasure of it. I read Charlotte's Web to my second grade kids, and I was not the only one crying at the end.
I learned to read at age 3 because my mother read to me all the time. And I would insist on "reading" the books back to her. She thought - correctly at first, no doubt - that I was merely parroting the words I had heard a hundred times from her. She knew it was the real deal when I read a brand-new book to her without ever having heard it before.
When I was a kid, we went to the library every single Saturday. It was a tradition. If I found a book stamped with a red A for Adult, I gave it to my mom and she checked it out for me, no questions asked. If she saw I was checking out Black Beauty for the thousandth time, she would say, "You've already read that!" and I would say, "So? I like it!" and that would be the end of the conversation. I can remember evening after evening, watching both my parents sitting in the living room, the television off, both of them quietly reading a book.
For as long as I can remember I've loved to read. And I give all the credit for that to my parents.