Pieces Of The Past:
When I was growing up as a child I always love reading books. I became intrigued by books because of my dear mother. She would have me and my siblings seated at the dining table and after dinner, she would read us stories. What I like most about her was that she would ever so often act out the scenes in the books that she was reading to us, while explaining in her own words what was going on in the story, and that made it even more interesting for me and my siblings to understand and follow what the story was all about.
Watching my mother read was like seeing flowers bloom, as their petals begIn to open so did our interest in the story.
She always stood over us while reading, she never sat down, and as far as I can remember my eyes were constantly fixated on my mother.
I never stop watching her until she had finished reading us the story, she would then go on to explain the moral of it. I yearned for more and never wanted the stories to end. My mother could really construct and have us visualise, while reading and telling a good story.
In my eyes my mother was a very good actress. She made it quite easy for us to imagine ourselves as one of the characters in the book. Then it was time for me to move on from kindergarten, and when I was placed in grade one at primary school, she bought me my first book.
It was one of the best thing Ive ever laid eyes on, and also one of the best gift that my mom had bought for me as a child. I remember the book as it was. Colourful, bright, and when I opened that book, it was as if I had entered into a world of enchantment!
There was something about that book that kept pulling me in like a magnet. I can still see the front page clear as day in my mind. Everyday after school I ran home as fast as I could and I would open my book and began to read as it rymes.
Two little rabbits
run to the tree,
Two little rabbits
are here you see,
a rabbit for you,
a rabbit for me,
two little rabbits,
for you and me.
I never stop reading that book until I mastered it.
When other little girls were playing with their dolls, I was locked inside my house going through as many books as I could possibly read, because books fascinated me. I like reading stories and drawing pictures. I guess I got it from my mother, she had piles of books stored inside the house and was always reading or writing letters to family and friends.
Happy Mothers Day To My Mother.
By: V.Goldson
When I was growing up as a child I always love reading books. I became intrigued by books because of my dear mother. She would have me and my siblings seated at the dining table and after dinner, she would read us stories. What I like most about her was that she would ever so often act out the scenes in the books that she was reading to us, while explaining in her own words what was going on in the story, and that made it even more interesting for me and my siblings to understand and follow what the story was all about.
Watching my mother read was like seeing flowers bloom, as their petals begIn to open so did our interest in the story.
She always stood over us while reading, she never sat down, and as far as I can remember my eyes were constantly fixated on my mother.
I never stop watching her until she had finished reading us the story, she would then go on to explain the moral of it. I yearned for more and never wanted the stories to end. My mother could really construct and have us visualise, while reading and telling a good story.
In my eyes my mother was a very good actress. She made it quite easy for us to imagine ourselves as one of the characters in the book. Then it was time for me to move on from kindergarten, and when I was placed in grade one at primary school, she bought me my first book.
It was one of the best thing Ive ever laid eyes on, and also one of the best gift that my mom had bought for me as a child. I remember the book as it was. Colourful, bright, and when I opened that book, it was as if I had entered into a world of enchantment!
There was something about that book that kept pulling me in like a magnet. I can still see the front page clear as day in my mind. Everyday after school I ran home as fast as I could and I would open my book and began to read as it rymes.
Two little rabbits
run to the tree,
Two little rabbits
are here you see,
a rabbit for you,
a rabbit for me,
two little rabbits,
for you and me.
I never stop reading that book until I mastered it.
When other little girls were playing with their dolls, I was locked inside my house going through as many books as I could possibly read, because books fascinated me. I like reading stories and drawing pictures. I guess I got it from my mother, she had piles of books stored inside the house and was always reading or writing letters to family and friends.
Happy Mothers Day To My Mother.
By: V.Goldson
