To be blatantly honest I can never remember a time in my childhood where I loved to sit down and read. All throughout my childhood I was always moving and never stood still. The last thing I wanted to do was sit in a quiet room and stare at a book all day, I always wanted to be outside or playing with friends. I can remember in first grade when we were starting chapter books we would have forty five minutes of quiet reading. I was the kid who read for 10 minutes then stared out the window for the rest of the time waiting for it to be over. It seemed like hours. All I could think about was getting to recess or what was for lunch that day or what we were going to make in art that day. I could read just fine, the problem was I just didn’t want to. My mom would always push me to read but she had a free-willed child on her hands that had to go fishing with her dad or swing on the swing set with the neighbor kids.
Once I reached fifth and sixth grade I did start to read more. The books I read were always non-fiction My America books, they weren’t the longest but the non-fiction history interested me. This didn’t last long however because I was finally doing something with all those tumbling classes I took throughout my childhood. I had joined an All-star cheer team and had also made the cut for my middle school cheer squad. With homework and practices after school, I had stopped most reading. I cheered for these teams up until this year when I quit my high school cheer team. During high school, unless the books were for school, I never really read much. Only if the English class had an interesting book would I read it anyway. The only two I have read for school all the way through are The Book Thief and To Kill a Mockingbird. These novels were interesting and so I made time to sit down and read them. I’m not use to reading every night or on weekends but I think now that I’m in a situation where I can choose the book and how much of it I read, I will do more reading on my free time.
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