Personal Reading/Writing History
My whole life I have been surrounded by literary works of art. I grew up reading and listening to great masterpieces from authors such as Lewis Carroll, J. R. R. Tolkien, and C. S. Lewis. From an early age, I can remember my parents retelling the fantastic stories by Hans Christian Andersen and Brothers Grimm while I lay in my bed, completely captivated by the marvelous tales. As my interest in books grew, my mother saw it fit to teach me to read a little before I started school. Though I could only read the very basic reading material, the fact that I could read was something I took great pride in. Through this love of reading I will reveal some of my memories and experiences.
Some of my fondest memories were at my hometown’s library. I remember entering and leaving this library with armfuls of books. I read any book that I could get my hands on: from mysteries, like the Nancy Drew series by Carolyn Keene; to classics, like Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen; and horror, like “The Pit and the Pendulum” by Edgar Allan Poe. All the librarians at this library knew me by name and whenever they would receive new books that they thought I would like, they would set them aside and would not place them on the bookshelves until I read the books first. Memories like these were the ones that mean the most to me because of the thoughtful nature of the librarians.
When I finally entered school, I excelled in reading and finally learned to write. As I progressed year by year through the school system, I learned more and more about how much I disliked the grammar and writing part of my English classes. Although I did well in those areas, I did not enjoy any of it. Each year my teachers would make my classmates and I write about the dullest subjects they could think of and then grade the papers harshly. I think if I was allowed to express my writing capabilities in a comfortable environment and allowed to write about something...