As a child growing up, my mother and father were both teachers, my mom a kindergarten teacher and my dad a visually impaired teacher. I can remember every night before bed how both of my parents would read stories to my sister and I so we could fall asleep. From kindergarten on I learned to read and write simple words such as; the, this, and why. Learning to read and write was one of the most exciting things for me as a child. Knowing that I could do something that everyone else already could, and being quite good at it for my age. Considering that my mother knew all the tricks to teaching and knew how I would best be able to learn from her, I eventually was able to pronounce and spell harder words than the other children in my class. From then on I “blossomed” as a writer and reader in all of my classes. Once a week our class would get to visit the library and our librarian would always pick a few children that were a little more advanced to help the others choose books appropriate for their reading level. I was one of those lucky children and it was a huge accomplishment for me. Another memory I can recall from my childhood is from a family dinner one night; as the five of us sat there, I noticed my older brother wearing this green shirt with large white lettering across the front of it. As everyone began to eat I blurted out the word on his shirt. Although I can’t remember what it was now, I do remember being ecstatic that I could read a word so complicated. Everyone at the table was very impressed which made it all the more exciting for me. I felt such a sense of pride and accomplishment, I will never forget that special moment. I went to a private school from the time I was in Pre-K till 8th grade. Every year our school would do what is called a “reading train” where every grade level would pick a book and transform their classrooms into one of the