Reflection

In elementary school, I loved reading. Books fascinated me a lot that I would check out at least 5 books every two weeks. I developed to read faster and I finished reading books really quick. Then one day I told myself that before I graduated elementary school I would read all the books in the library, but of course that never happened. As I entered junior high I was introduced to sports so that was another thing that came to fascinated me a lot too. Eventually, sports took a lot of my time and I had less time too read books I wanted because I already had assigned books from teachers to read which sucked tremendously. As time went by, I lingered away from reading because I developed enjoying more time playing sports or hanging out with my friends. I knew I was distancing myself from a hobby I use to love but at that time I didn’t care. I knew how to read fast so I thought that was a strength being a reader and that’s all that really mattered in being a reader. Also, I never had problems reading or understanding text from books so it was even more reason for me to not read anymore. Then came high school and I finally came to the point where I just hated reading. It was very boring to me and while everyone else was reading I was either drawing on paper or passing notes or playing tic-tac-toe with my friend next to me. In my junior year of high school, we read this book called the Fountainhead, a very complex and interesting book. However, as we read through it, I had a hard time analyzing the author’s text sometimes. That’s when it hit me that I was missing as a reader more understanding and methods of analyzing text. All of those years of not reading had immensely dropped my reading skills. Now, I’m stuck in a reading class in college. Nonetheless, I’m trying to bring back up my reading skills I had as a young kid and hopefully stay and continue reading more like I use to back in the young days.