Personal literacy histories

My earliest literacy memory is of my mother teaching me how to read. She would sit with me for hours, patiently explaining the different sounds that each letter made and how they were combined to make words. We used a variety of tools– from flashcards to books–to help me learn the basics of reading. I can still remember the sheer joy that I felt when I was able to sound out a word for the first time. It was like unlocking a secret code! It didn't take me long before I became completely obsessed with learning more and reading as much as possible. Every night, my mom would tuck me into bed and give me an exciting storybook or workbook that she had picked up at our local library earlier in the day. In those moments, it felt like nothing else mattered—I was in my own little world, lost within the pages of whatever book happened to be on hand. As time went on and my skills progressed, so too did my love of reading—in fact, it only kept growing stronger! Even though I eventually reached a point where technicalities such as grammar and spelling weren't necessary for comprehension anymore (thankfully!), this new-found interest enabled me to explore different genres beyond what had originally sparked my passion: fantasy novels! To this day, literature remains one of my favorite activities; no matter how busy life gets or if there seems to be no end in sight for all the school assignments piling up on desk - taking some time out curl up & get lost between lines never fails bring peace during these chaotic times. Thanks to mom’s early teachings, ultimately lead down path which been following ever since plan use its power reach even greater heights future ahead still plenty excited explore.