Learning to read for me was a very enjoyable experience. I remember my father reading all of the classics to me as a child before dinner and bed. Everything from Dr. Seuss to Winnie the Poo. It always fascinated me that such amazing places and people could exist in this regular world. Eventually my father had to break it to me that these places that I was hearing about were not real but fictional. It was through these stories being read to me that the magic of reading was first shown to me,
Soon we began to learn to read in my elementary school and I attacked the task in earnest. I was eager to learn how to read so that I wouldn’t have to rely on my father to do it for me. It wasn’t very hard to actually master the combinations of letters and the meanings of the words they formed, although my handwriting was (and still is) terrible.
Finally once I fully was able to read I began to read the book versions of many of the movies I had seen much earlier in my life and was interested by how much more content there was in the book. It was then that I realized that books encourage you to create your own concepts for what the author means whereas movies are simply the interpretations of another reader of the author’s work . From there on out I have been an avid reader and will stay so for as long as I can.