A Literacy Narrative

August 18, 2017 Music

= A Literacy Narrative The most vivid, earliest moment I have of learning to write and read was when I was in kindergarten. I recall this because this was the year I met the person who I thought created a poems and rhyme book my mother use to read out loud to my baby sister and myself. I remember every night before bed, it was this blue book that my mother use to get off the bookshelf and read. This was the only way my sister and I would go to sleep. The first day of my kindergarten school, when I walked into the class room I saw that same book And a whole bunch more books.

I was like ‘’WOW!!! ’’ I must be in book heaven. I never saw so many books. I mean, they were all shapes, color and texture. At the time I didn’t know they were called Nursery Rhymes until I began learning more about it in my school house. There was a particular nursery rhyme that stood out to me then and it still does today because of a certain funny reason I will explain later on in my essay. As my mom and Mrs. Woolabee (whom was my kindergarten teacher) use to read to me, they allowed me to read after them and we also use to act out the stories.

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Their voices and what they did for some reason seemed to be the same. I don’t know if it was because I was a little girl and was just so amazed on how they both made their voices sound, how they both made me laugh or the fact they held me close as they read to me. I knew the difference from my mom verses the teacher. I guess when you are little and notice both of these females care for you, as a small child you feel a certain way. I recall during home time and school time I use to draw the pictures as they read to me.

I remember writing small words like and, up, did, as I learned this rhyme. They use to read to me Jack and Jill. I still remember it. ‘’Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after. Up got Jack, and home did trot as fast as he could caper. He went to bed and bound his head with vinegar and brown paper. ’’ Earlier I stated that I remember this story because it was such a favorite. We use to act it out and it was fun. This was one of the many poems and rhyme that I too read and taught my children.

I also remember when it came to the part when the fell down the hill, I use to get down on the floor and roll all over the place. As I write this, it actually makes me feel like I’m that little girl again, smiling, laughing and playing all around. There was something so special when we read out loud together. Sharing this experience with my mom and teacher made me feel like I was the luckiest girl alive. In school the desks we sat in was so small. Our teacher use to place white paper with lines on the miniature desk with those big fat pencils.

We wrote what we thought we heard first before she actually corrected us by putting the correct way on the black board. When we wrote the nursery rhymes it made the learning easy and fun. Not only did I learn these things from my mother and teacher, there was this show that use to come on and still does today called Sesame Street. I learned a lot of reading and how to identify words and numbers because this show made it so fun to learn and they had one my favorite rhymes on their, ‘’Jack and Jill’’. This show was full of music and dancing and funny looking characters. Oh how I wish I was a kid again.


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