It was a struggle for me to learn how to read. When I was in kindergarten and going to a Catholic school, the nuns had a such a struggle in trying to teach me to read. Reflecting back as to why it took me so long was two things: I was scare of the nuns and there was simply nothing interesting in my classroom to read. It wasn’t until one non scary nun who was head of the after school program told me about a bunch of books she kept in her desk. She told me that she kept these in her desk because these books were not really appropriate to read here. However since I was the only person in my grade who was not reading at the point she thought that anything is worth a try. She then proceeds to take out this book from her desk drawer:

In a Dark, Dark, Room and Other Scary Stories by Alvin Schwartz. She told me that she would only let me read that book if I can read it out loud to her and let her help me to read it if I needed and want the help. So an agreement was made between her and I that I would stay after school and learn to read that book. The first story that I remember reading from that book was this one and it reminds one of my favorite short stories to this day:

What is your earliest memory of learning how to read? Comment below!