Reading writing

When thinking of what I should base my writing about for our class, many thoughts came to mind.  Most of them about how much I hate reading, and why it’s understandable for me!  Many times I found my self searching for an idea of current events, and what they had to do with this topic.  

I couldn’t understand my complex mind setting on this topic, why everything was about now, rather than the past.  Soon my mind started wandering what I had already done, and the point in time that I enjoyed reading, rather than despised it!  It seemed almost as if memories that were forgotten came back to me.

It’s funny how I truly forgot my love for reading, the constant searching around the house for something new to read! Yet I had lost all memory of it; how this even happens, I am unaware.  

Now I remember always being the one who the teacher called on to read, and the kid who also enjoyed it.  Everyday I would wake up and while my sisters would watch T.V. on weekends, I’d be reading Dr. Sues and whatever else was in the house, even my dad’s law books.

By second grade my good memories of reading faded, just like my vision.  I couldn’t see, or comprehend that my vision was faulty.  My teacher would constantly yell at me because I could read, it was imposable for me. 

After I grew older, somehow my vision was regained, but my skills were behind.  By the time I had back what I’d once lost, it seemed pointless to me, trying to learn something that should already be known.  

My topic for this paper was very difficult to come up with, or at least if I didn’t want to be negative.  So I guess my point is, if you can’t find what you’re looking for in the present or the future, look in the past, there’s always something to learn from what has already happened.

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