my first memories of reading

I read somewhere that most children don’t learn to read until they are about 6 or 7 years old. I was reading full books at the age of 5. My earliest memories of reading were mostly in school. I was in a class that was a mixture of kindergarteners and first graders. I was in kindergarten. The school I attended was in Indianapolis. I am not one hundred percent sure of the name of the school, but I think it was called School 67. Some of the schools down there are numbered, like they don’t even have names. I remember standing in front of my class reading books to them. I can’t recall any titles of the books that I read. Since I was only in kindergarten, I imagine that they were fairy simple books. Dr. Seuss books, Clifford, the big red dog books, and other books of the same genre I think was what I read the most. I also remember that I was one of the only kids that could read to the class like that. My aunt worked in the school that I attended and she would work with me a lot to improve my reading. Before I was even in school my aunt would take me with her to work and I would sit in the class with the other kids. I absolutely loved it. I loved the idea of being with the “older” kids and doing what they were doing. The school was located about three blocks from where I lived; I used to walk to school with my aunt and cousins. Three blocks isn’t that far to walk, but I couldn’t get there fast enough. I would skip, run, and dance all the way to school. That was when I was young and thought that going to school was the best thing in the whole world. Now as I have gotten older, I have lost that feeling of excitement and thrill. I wish I had bottled some of those feelings, because I know that they would come in hand on many occasions. I may not have the enthusiasm, but I have the memories, and those will never be lost.