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My older sister was already
attending school. I was a bit envious that she was learning new things
and I had to stay home. So, when mother helped her with homework, I was
usually there to watch and listen.
I don’t know how I managed
to read the story, but I did it. Whether all that observing my sister’s
lessons or somehow learning by heart how mother read it to us paid off, I
still wouldn’t know. I didn’t perfect it the first time. However, I was
told to reread it until I got everything, right down to the pauses for
commas and periods. Hehehe!
It felt nice to finally be
able to read, another means to pass the time aside from playing,
watching television, and observing the activities of adults. Moreover,
reading a book wouldn’t get you in trouble, unlike a few of my
misadventures caused by a natural inquisitiveness everyone possesses as a
kid. In addition, almost every room of the house has books and other
reading materials lying around.
The end of the story is: I fell in love with books, which is not that bad considering that most of the family are readers.