How I fell in love with reading…

I owe my love of reading to a horrible second grade teacher.

Mrs. Adams, was a scary lady. She shouldn’t have been teaching. She was mean and yelled a lot. She seemed to hate kids.

One day Mrs. Adams made us sit a reading circle. We were each to read one sentence in the book and pass it on the next kid. I took my turn, but when I came to the word “as” I stopped reading. I knew what an “a” sounded like and I knew what an “s” sounded like and I knew when I combined the two letters in my head, it sounded like a bad word. No way was I going to say that word in front of the terrible Mrs. Adams. The threat of what she’d do if I said a curse word paralyzed me. (I didn’t know “ass” was spelled with two s’s until much later).

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“Sound it out!” Mrs. Adams screamed at me. “Are you stupid? This is easy. Sound it out!”

I couldn’t say anything.

And that’s how I ended up in the slow readers class.

I LOVED the slow readers class. There were only two other students in the class, so I got a lot of one-on-one attention from a nice teacher—Mrs. Knickle. I blossomed. Partly because I didn’t have a reading problem, and partly because I had a teacher who treated me with kindness.

Mrs. Adams’ class became bearable, only because I knew I’d be able to escape to Mrs. Knickle’s class for part of the day.

Early on, Mrs. Knickle realized I didn’t have a reading problem and said I shouldn’t even be in her class. I begged her to not send me back. She didn’t send me back. Thank you Mrs. Knickle! By the time the school year ended, I was reading books meant for sixth and seventh graders!

From then on, I devoured books. Books became my coping skill and my escape. I read on the bus ride to and from school—an hour-long trip each way. I read at home. I read in the car. In the bathtub. Everywhere. As I got older, I got in trouble because I was in my room reading too much!

Books have been with me in good times and helped me get through the bad times. They’ve given me knowledge, soothed my soul, inspired me, taught me how to recognize true love, and been a constant companion throughout my life. I couldn’t have survived without them!

How did you fall in love with reading?

How has reading changed your life?

 

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10 comments to “How Did You Fall In Love With Reading? Here’s My Story…”

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  1. Carrie Padgett - January 30, 2015 Reply

    I think I started reading in first grade, but as soon as I passed Dick and Jane, I was never without a book. Donna Parker, Trixie Belden, Nancy Drew, then Phyllis A. Whitney and Agatha Christie. Love them all, still.

    • abbieroads1 - January 30, 2015 Reply

      Hi Carrie!

      “I was never without a book”–same here. I can’t even remember a time where I wasn’t reading something. And now that there are audio books, I’ve boosted the amount of books I read to new levels. I listen to books while I get read for work in the morning, while cleaning house, and cooking meals! I just love reading–whether it’s with my eyes or my ears!

  2. Laura Trentham - January 30, 2015 Reply

    I always had a book with me too, Abbie. I read everything. Lots of Fantasy in middle and high school. But I cut my romance chips on Victoria Holt and Mary Stewart. Later I got addicted to Sweet Valley High. My parents had to tell me to quit spending all my allowance on books! Lol.

    • abbieroads - January 30, 2015 Reply

      Hi Laura!

      I never read the Sweet Valley High books.

      In high school, I got sucked in to some YA werewolf series. I can’t remember the name of it. Wish I could…

      Thanks for stopping by!

  3. Piper - January 30, 2015 Reply

    I can’t even remember when I started reading…I’m told I was 3, but I don’t know about that. My mother had a very creative mind as well….I’m so glad that your story ended happily. It shows how important teachers can be in a child’s life.

    • abbieroads - January 30, 2015 Reply

      Hi Piper! Three years old–no wonder you don’t remember! You were too little to remember. And how sweet is that–a 3 year old reading!

  4. Dyanne Conner - January 30, 2015 Reply

    It was my seventh grade English teacher. She gave me a Victoria Holt book, Shadow of the Lynx and that started my love of romance and reading.

    • abbieroads - January 30, 2015 Reply

      Hi Dyanne! I’ve never read a Victoria Holt book. What’s wrong with me? I need to put her on my list of authors I need to read!

      Too early to be appropriate–like 4th and 5th grade–I started reading Historical Romance. My mom would let me buy a book when we went to the store and I honestly don’t think she ever realized they were romance–with sex in them–bodice rippers, no less! She was just happy I was reading!

  5. Julie Mulhern - January 30, 2015 Reply

    What a lovely story. I think a crusty, mean teacher lurks in all of our pasts. So glad your encounter ended with a life-long love of reading. Mine ended with a hatred for geometry.

    • abbieroads - January 30, 2015 Reply

      Julie– I had crusty and mean teachers for 1st, 2nd, and 5th grade! They were all teachers in their last years right before retirement. Elementary school wasn’t the funnest learning experience.

      And I used to LOVE geometry. For some reason, it made so much sense to me–that is back when I was in school. Now the only thing I remember is that a right angle is 90 degrees!

      Thanks for stopping by!

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