How I Learned To Read

When I was a young girl my mother and teachers taught me how to read. My twin sister, my mother, and I would sit around and read together. Reading would be very fun with my mother and sister because we would take turns reading page after page. There would always be lots of joy and laughter when we read because we would crack many jokes about the books. Who'd every think that reading many books would be interesting?

Reading while I was a child influenced me to read as a beginning teenager also. I used to always grab a book and read for fun. Most time I had no choice because there was this program called "AR". At school it was always for a grade. You would read many books and when you were done with one, you would take a test over it for a grade. I used to love the enthusiasm I had when I would grab a great, prodigious book and finish it because I'd always want to take it home and reread it over and over again. Then, when it was time to take a test I'd know the answers like the back of my hand!

Well many things change when you get older, you know? Now, I could care less to pick up a book and read it. Sometimes I can settle for less and choose a book that best interest me. Most of the time it's a mystery book or a book that is deeply filled with drama. Those types of books catch my attention more than a book about a pony that raced with other ponies! Yuck, right?! I'd absolutely fall asleep, dreading to read such a thing!

When I do read, many books progress my vocabulary. Lots of words I've never heard of are always popping up on me in an interesting book. Most times I see words that I don't know and I automatically think, "Wait a minute, I've got to look this word up and see what it's about!". I try to increase my vocabulary everyday. Whether it's by reading a sign, a commercial, or something close to those natures.

Reading is very important in life. If you couldn't read, you probably wouldn't make it far in life. You wouldn't understand what many people were trying to tell you or anything! Who ever knew that such a small idea to look at many words at one time would be so useful in life?

The Thoughts of Being Different From Others..

In Marquez's story "The Hansomest Drowned Man In The World"..

Wouldn't you think that even the most handsomest person on earth would be treated the same as others? Being handsome or even ugly shouldn't separate you from everyone. Even if "The Handomest Drowned Man In The World" couldn't fit in a regular bed or couldn't fit normal sized clothes, he still should have been loved the same.

People figured Etseban, "The Handsomest Drowned Man In The World", must've been perfect with everything he did. When in reality, no one's perfect. We all make mistakes, right? Women thought he was more than their men could ever be. Whether or not their men looked like Esteban, they still could've worked as hard as the women fantasized he did.

When actually summing all the information about Esteban up, others figured he was treated bad and must've had a bad life. While caring so much, changes could've been made to give him the best "past" life. Even though giving a "drowned man" a perfect afterlife would be weird. He was larger than an average person, so life could've been a struggle with finding neat clothing for Esteban. The women could've sew him clothes big enough for him. The men could've built a bed large enough for him.

In life experiences a actual human wouldn't be too long for a normal bed. With being a human, would you ever think that "giants" are real? Some things are can be so unreal, but could also be true. What if there came a real alive man that was just absolutely perfect and wasn't an actual human size? We as human-beings would just not accept that it was unbelievably true.

In the end shouldn't we all accept each other? No matter what shape, size, or color. We as people should stop judging each other and get along as ONE.