The Book That Started It All

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My mother used to read bedtime stories to me and my siblings when we were still small, one of these was the Read it Yourself: Red Riding Hood. Before I was enrolled to a formal school, my mother handed me this book and told me to read it aloud. I was three or four years old then. I was surprised but didn’t dare complain.

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.