My earliest memory in reading is in kindergarten when I was reading a spanish Clifford book.
The first time I would consider myself a reader is when I would go to the library and rent out 5 fancy nancy books at a time and red them all in one sitting.
A certain book that I really loved was “Because of Winn-Dixie”, I remember staying up for as long as I can to finish such a heartwarming book.
A person that helped me enjoy reading was my 6th grade librarian teacher. Whenever I would visit the library we would have a long conversation about the book I would be reading. It really helped me feel like we were going through it together since I struggled with reading.
In sixth grade were some of my hardest times reading because we were forced to read certain books at a certain pace. Personally, I do not like reading very much so this just made me dislike it even more.