When i was a kid there was a series of books called Froggy. One particular book was “Froggy goes to bed” by Jonathan London. They would always tell how Froggy would go on these adventures in everyday life and eventually his mom would call “Frooooggy” and tell him to do something he didn’t want to do and he would take a long time to do it.

After hearing and learning to read these books my parents kept giving me new books to read at night before bed and i realized reading wasn’t so bad, because it would help me sleep when i had trouble sleeping. Each story had an interesting plot and lesson to it and even though i loved watching tv, playing outside, and eating. Reading wasn’t so bad and it has its ups and downs.

When i was older around the age of 11 i got really interested Harry Potter. Once i started reading that throughout the day i would think to myself “Man if only i was a Wizard and enrolled in a school like hogwarts everyday would be amazing and i could study whatever spells i wanted.” I was totally absorbed in this series. My parents would read me a few chapters at night and my mom/dad would say “Good night Evan” but i would always want to hear more. eventually i would get so interested i would read sometimes when it was raining, or i had a long car ride ahead of me. When i was 14, reading The Half-Blood Prince and i found out that Dumbledore had died i was heartbroken because he had always been one of my favorite characters but it also made the story even more interesting and made me want to finish it ASAP.

Today looking back on reading as a kid i have my parents to thank for supplying me with the books as well as the willingness to read them. If i hadn’t been shown these books as a kid, my life might certainly be a lot more dull and boring, and i might not be the same person i am right now.