Booking Through Thursday- 16
Blog :Hodgepodge and Balderdash
Date: 6/28/2012 12:46:00 PM
Who taught you to read?
Ohh I love this question. Ok gushing aside, my first teachers were my parents. I don't remember if it was my Mom or my Dad who first handed me a book and sat down with me and taught me the alphabet, but I have faint memories of my Dad reading to me and my Mom teaching me the names of flowers. :) I think these are some of my earliest memories. My Dad always tells me that he knew I had an innate love for books from the fact that I used to regularly tear up all the India Today magazines at home from the day I could manage to sit up on my own, and that too before he even had a chance to glance through the magazine. The very first books my parents got me were fairy tales. I remember them reading me the stories. I remember my Mom teaching me the alphabet. I remember little curious me staring wide eyed at the illustrations in the books and wondering what it would be to go on a wild adventure like Aladdin or run after a pancake like the kids in one of my favouite books back then, "The Big Pancake".
Suffice to say, I had a couple of wonderful people around me who recognized my love of books or rather, cultivated it. By the time I was ready for kindergarden I knew the alphabets and the usual basic words in the dictionary. Once I could read some on my own, I remember my Dad sitting with me on the weekends, guiding me through the words in my favourite books, helping me master the pronounciation of words and encouraging my interest further. Its all thanks to him and my Mom that I turned out to be a bookworm and not for a minute do I regret it! :)