The illiterate.

Reading was a difficult accomplishment for me growing up. I was never that child that was read to night after night. Actually I hated reading I avoided every dealings with reading. I  was the true definition of illiterate in my childhood.
 One year my mom moved to Marion, which meant moving to a new school for me I was very excited. Not knowing that being a non-reader and a rebellion to all rules was over and in with orders and discipline. Then the day came and that day was going to the library which was filled with never ending books. I  was beginning to think I was becoming sea sick from all the cramped books and tons of pages it held. reading was just one big allusion of words, sentences, and pages.
 Reading was never a flowing blooding stream for my family or me. I never had those bedtime stories read to me, it was always lights out and on to the next day. my mother made sure I did every problem and every question to my home work but a book was never included.
 I later on started going to the beauty salon and then I opened up that chapter of my life of reading. I scanned the shelves of my book worm beautician, I had no clue that she would be so interested in so many books. It was about thirty to forty minutes under the dryer  I realized I wanted to try one, not really giving them my main focus. My fingers and eyes ran across the books as if I was at my piano lesson. I glided through each and every book until I saw the breathe taking title "The lies A black man lives". Even  though it was for adults I wanted to read this book even if it meant trouble. I snuck the book home and read for hours about middle aged women and their spouses lies. It had stolen all of my time and even though reading wasn't my forte I'd felt like my whole life was about reading. Words I never Even thought existed I comprehended so well no word was a challenge towards my knowledge. When that book came to a end I felt a desire to read more and more and that's just what I did. I moved this appetite for reading to school and on to actually reading magazines. I didn't really pay attention to pictures and bold dark printed words and their font but instead I read collections of everything.
 So there you have it the ugly truth behind reading, I found my inner self through myself for the love of reading. I never thought the day would come, the phrase "who needs reading" was a true statement in my head but it had all changed and reading things became that image I saw to everything.