Finding Myself

My childhood memories remain a blur to my new eyes. I believe I lived a normal life. I'm sure I watched Barney, fell off a bike, got in trouble, played with a barbie, or at least forgot to feed my Tamagotchi every once in a while. One thing I'm positive I did was learn to read. I was an average kid so I was in Kindergarden by the normal age of 5. I can't recall my teachers name, but I know she had short black hair, wore glasses, and that she wasn't a woman with patience. I couldn't blame her. I'd go physco watching over twenty 5 year olds for seven hours straight, meaning as nobody slept during naptime, rather during math.

I was a hard- headed child and would never pay attention. In fact, I fell asleep and fell out of my desk on the first day of 1st grade. It wasn't that I didn't care, I was just unaware of my surroundings. I was forced to read books, and had teachers cramming information in my head since I was remember. Not to mention all these books I would read were unrelatable and quite irrelevant. Not once was I able to pull any credible information from a book of literature and use it to relate to anything of significant importance. At least not until I was introduced to Junie B. Jones.

The first series that actually took a grasp on my attention would be Junie B. Jones. She was different from every other kid. She dressed different, she would act different, and didn't give a damn what people thought about her. She lived in her own little world, as well as I did, which really made me curious about her experiences so I could relate them with mine. I wasn't exactly able to relate on an educated level with her books, but it was a great conversation starter. Not to make her books seem pointless, they actually did teach me a lot of lessons. She taught me how to use my manners around adults, good pranks to use, and how to avoid trouble. Even though, she never neccessarily did that.

I've always wanted to be independent and loathed the help of others, so I was determined to learn how to read. It took a great deal of practice and parents assistance, but I eventually grasped the idea of reading. Even to this day, I can't say I know how to read because everyday I learn new ways to expand my vocabulary, and different ways to pronounce words, but I can say with a straight face that my kindergarden year was the year that opened my mind up to endless possibilites.