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Originally Posted by Pastor Poster
When I was little I was placed in remedial reading because I just wasn't getting the whole reading thing. It was a life changing decision. My teacher was Mrs. Fletcher and I could tell she really loved me. She took lots of time with me and made reading fun. We would act out the stories we read in class. She was da bomb!
It only took one year in her class to develop an absolute love for all things written. I began to devour the bible and every Louis L'Amour book I could get my hands on.
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I love to hear these kind of personal stories.
I remember the day I realized I could read for myself and read my first real storybook. I can still see that book and the charcoal illustrations in my mind.
. It was like a whole new world opened up to me!!
I got in trouble for lying to the teacher one day in 1st grade soon after I made this discovery. I was supposed to be doing arithmetic but was reading instead. She asked me if I'd done my arithmetic exercise and I said, "yes". She asked me to bring it to her and of course I had no choice but to show her an empty page.
She spanked me! I was so upset that a few minutes later when we went outdoors for recess I ran home and told my mother I was never going back to school again. LOL!
She marched me immediately back to school and made me apologize for not telling the truth. The teacher hugged me and all was well.
I was a huge avid voracious reader and read all the time. I just wish my parents had shown some interest in that and helped direct me in my reading. My mom never read to us. My dad read but I don't remember him ever doing a lot of reading with us. Maybe he did when I was too young to remember.
I walked to the local library all by myself at the age of 7 and got an application form so I could loan books out.
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