Me too.

when i think about reading for the first time it is hard for me to remember the exact time i began to read. Although i dont exactly remember my first time reading there are a few moments in my life that seem to stand out. when i was about four or five my mother and i had a special time set aside for reading each night. although i had many books to chose from i almost always wanted my mother to read me the book, Me Too by Mercer Mayer. We sat down and read this book so many times that i knew all the words by heart. i was too young to actually read the words myself but i was so intrigued by this book and the pictures i made sure that i remembered all of the words. i guess you can consider this time my first attempt at reading, but if memorizing the words doesnt count then my first real memory of reading was in the first grade. we used to sit in a circle on the carpet and each student was responsible for reading at least one line. the reason this stands out to me is beacause i was never the best reader in my class and i was always so nervious about reading aloud. i would get myself so nervious that i would always make mistakes and lose track of where i was in my lines. nobody likes to feel like the entire class is judging their imperfections so i believe this is why reading on the carpet is the moment that stands out the most in my life when learning to read.