Self Analysis Essay

Being the second youngest in my family out of five children, you would think that reading would be easy for me growing up. But learning how to read was a challenge. It was something that I never thought I would be able to do without a lot of help from my father.

Being brought up with my father, a single parent we had our ups and downs. My father was a very hard working man. He tried his hardest to take of five children. Besides having a job that required him to work long hours he made sure we had everything we needed. Being single and not having any help from anyone, he never had any time to help us with homework or reading.

Before going to kindergarten I went to a preschool that was just across the street from where I lived. I loved it, I remember my teacher would always have story time before we took a nap. She would let one of us pick out a book from the book shelf and then she would read it. I looked forward to going to school because the fact that she read a different book every day. Reading everyday would make me excited because it was one step away from me learning how to read. Sometimes she would let us take a book home so that we could try to read it by ourselves. I loved looking at all the different pictures and colors in the books. She made reading fun and made us realize that kindergarten was going to be interesting. At this point I felt confident about going to kindergarten.

I can remember that kindergarten was fun. I enjoyed story time the most. In our class we use to sit on the carpet in front of the class and my teacher would read us a story. We would also do exercise's where my teacher would write words on the chalkboard and we would read them out loud. I enjoyed this exercise because I knew most of the words. Kindergarten was everything that my preschool teacher said it would be and I was happy.

When I became a little older and got an understanding, I knew that my father was too busy to help me with my reading me and I knew I...