I remember sitting in my room and my mom giving me a book when I was about 5. She told me to read it to her, and I did. The book was a Clifford book. She'd also read to me. I loved when she read to me. I would never want her to stop reading and it made me feel calm and happy when she read. I kept asking her to read to me more but she wouldn't and I would cry because I wanted to hear more.
I remember reading a lot in third grade. I think I was a level S or U in that grade. My teacher was pushing me a lot in reading groups with the difficulty of the books I read, but I think it really payed off because if I didn't challenge myself, I wouldn't have been that good of a reader or inspired to read as much.
I don't remember when this was, but I remember that I was reading at the dinner table and my mom was telling me to stop but I didn't want to and then I got my book taken away. I have just always loved reading and my sister used to do the same thing I would do at dinner!