Reading Without Glasses

    
     Two months in the womb, hearing my mother's voice read to me "The Cat in The Hat." My favorite verse " I do not like them Sam I am," even though I had no clue what that meant. It was not every night that my mother would read to me. Even the Mother Goose Rhymes were good to me. But they were nothing like the stories.
      As the months gradually went by I felt like I could start kicking to get her to know I heard every word she said. I think my incisive kicks gave her alot of pain in the process though. Every month was a very vehement and blissful one! I will always remember "The Cat in The Hat." Thanks to my dear mother I have a great reading level.
       And so, I became a toddler. Finding books laying around the house and destroying them with my hands, because I thought I was reading. My mother would always say she’s “really” into that book! In which, I had no idea of what I was doing. It was just the feeling of having those pages being torn out with my bare hands! Books were like candy to me. I would bypass the toys to go rip out pages of a book. Somehow I thought the words were quite tasty too, because I would eat every word of that page! 
     Then, Preschool came and made my comprehension a little better. I had the best darn teacher that any unknowing child could ever had. She spent so much time trying to get me to understand the words “red”,“book”, and “school”! I could never get the S’s to curve in the right direction. They were always backwards. Just as my R’s would look like a broken candy cane. They seemed to be the hardest letters for me to make. Sometimes I would have to stay after school just to make those letters look worth something. (Laughs) It was not as hard as it seemed, but my hands didn’t seem to function quite right when it came to making them. Time went by and I was in the third grade and found “No David No!” That was the best book ever! The pictures were so funny. I could just look at the pictures and automatically know what the caption said.
      After recess, I'd go back into the classroom and read “Little Rabbit Foo foo.” That was the best book! My teacher even had a tape that would read the story to me. Oh, how I loved “Litte Rabbit Foo foo.” He actually engrossed me to books! So it wasn’t just my mother, it was also Foo foo!