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Ironically, as much as I love to read. I hate being forced to read even more. So throughout high school there was very few books that I actually read with the exception of...book reports. (cause I got to read a book of my choosing).

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As i transitioned to college not much in the writing department had changed since high school. I probably shouldn't be admitting this much, but on occasion I still write an essay or two the nigh before. The only difference instead of B's on the essays I get C's. I'm working on it.

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This ease for writing progressed as I progressed into high school. The writing process became more complex, but it did not make things harder for me. I would stay up the night before an essay was due to finish it and found I'd get a B every time. Something about writing just flowed naturally for me.

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It was in 4th, 5th, and 6th grade when I knew that writing was like second nature to me. I remember growing up in elementary school we used to have to write essays. We would get graded on a rubric. Rating our writing from 1,2,3 or 4. I would always score 3 to 4 and that was without me actually trying hard.

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I don't know if this is odd or normal, but with reading came writing for me. I remember the first time I expressed myself via pen to a piece of paper was in my journal my mom had bought me. I wrote my first poem out of anger about my sister who had made me mad.

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The real test of reading for me was the first time I transitioned from a picture book to a chapter book. The two books I remember that solidified my love for reading were The Boxcar Children and Little House in the Big Woods.

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Where my literacy development began. Or where I remember it beginning.  My mom would read to us (my sisters and I) before bed and this was the start of me learning to love to read. She picked some of her own favorites to read to us. If it wasn't for my mother I would not even be here in this class. She is the reason why I fell in love with reading.