My Literacy history is much like anyother kid's. It started out when my parents would read to me as a kid, and pogressed from there. I don't remember being read to by both my parents or before they got divorced, but they both read to my siblings. My mom would read us short stories before we went to bed on week days. We would read Go Dog, Go, or Ferdinand the Bull. Nights when my mom was tierd she would start to fall asleep in the middle of the story, and she would start to read the book in spanish, and we would have to wake her up to finish the book.
      My dad, on the other hand would read to us on the weekends when we were with him. We didn't have a t.v. at his house, and he didn't have any childrens books either. So, when it was time for bed we would sit on the couch and he would read us My Side of the Mountain, by Jean Craighead George. That's what we would do every other saturday night when we were at my dad's house.
     My parents reading to me didn't really make me become a die heart reader, and I never really became one anyway. Some kids read books, some watched t.v., some played outside, and I played outside. I guess I read more as I got older, I used to read alot in Lenaepe and middle school, but not as much on my own now. I read the books we read in school and between that and everythiing else I do I don't really have time to read. But every once and a while I get the chance to read a book that takes me away from where I am, that takes me away from time.
      My Literacy history has no definate point in time that I can pin point and say "This is when it begain!". My Literacy history is a mystery, I don't know when, what, or who started it, it could've been the little kid books, or my mom making me go to the Elting Memoriol Libabry, or my dad reading to me. Some where aloong the road i decided to pick up a book and read it by myself, and that's where it started.