When I was growing up my mom would read to me daily, I enjoyed listening to the stories she read and begged for more when one was finished. My strong persistence to read then caused her to set a three-book limit before bed. My mom says that I was a good listener and would follow directions when told to do so. For example we used to play Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes and Simon Says together. I remember that we would play Simon Says but would change the name Simon to a fun, different name, for example to a Disney princess‘s name to create a new game called Belle Sayst Nowadays I may need to hear directions more than once but I believe that I am still good at following directions.
I also feel that I am a good listener. This point can be proven due to the fact my two younger sisters come to me every day to vent about their problems.
Even at a young age I was a talkative speaker and was referred to as the life of the party at family gatherings. When I asked my mom if she recalled my first word she said it was “bye“. She believes that “bye” was my first word because every day she would go to work in the morning and say bye to me and I started saying it back to her. I actually checked on this fact by looking at my first-year calendar that I have saved in a memory box.
After my sisters were born I began to communicate more and more speaking was not the only way I expressed myself though. I enjoyed singing every day and would put on concerts with my neighbors. Now I feel more conscious about my audience when formally talking in front of a group I become anxious when formally talking in front of people my age or older and would much rather speak in front of young children because I feel I can be more outgoing with my speaking without being judged.
But once I am comfortable with a group of people my age or older then I feel more confident speaking. Some of my favorite books from my childhood included Goodnight Moon, Rainbow Fish, and One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. My mom said there were times where I would spontaneously recite a story word for word without having it in front of me just because I heard a word that triggered the memory of the story. Growing up I thoroughly enjoyed going to the library and could happily stay there until having to be practically dragged out to go home. It was thrilling for me to be able to take home as many books as I could carry. I remember I was in the third grade when I got my very own library card and I proudly participated in the summer reading program at the library for years after that.
During my elementary school career I recall splitting up into different groups to practice reading skills and take part in Silent Sustained Reading where I loved being able to read quietly on my own. When I was in fourth grade my mom began reading the Harry Potter series to my sisters and met I fell in love with the rich descriptive language used by the fabulous J. K, Rowling and ever since then she has been my favorite author. Today I still enjoy reading fantasy books the most but will read different genres if I am in the mood for something new. At times I find reading aloud difficult because I get nervous about stumbling on my words so I much rather read in my head and go at my own speed.
When I was in preschool I used to constantly make scribble stories and “read” them to my family, In my basement my two younger sisters and I used to play school for hours. Since I am the oldest I would always be the teacher and I had the exciting job of writing everyone‘s name tags, the daily schedule, and homework assignments I enjoyed writing because it was another way I could express myself and communicate. At my elementary school we started learning how to write cursive in third grade. While I was in third grade I thought cursive was a complicated but beautiful way to write. Personally, I liked learning how to write cursive. To this day I incorporate the cursive letters in learned then into my handwriting and have a strong appreciation for cursive handwriting which has been losing its significance.