A Young Reader

            From the earliest memories that I have knowledge of, reading has always been enjoyable for me. Writing on the other hand, has been a hit or miss experience for me, up until the past year. For the most part, I can become lost in the texts that I read, not having to force myself to engage, but writing, whether analytically or for pleasure, became a hassle just to put words on the page.

            As early as I can remember my mom read stories to me and my sister when we were younger, not as early as in the womb, but you get the idea. Usually the stories followed some sense of adventure like ‘David and Goliath’ and ‘Hansel and Gretel’. After listening to many adventures, night after night, I started reading about them myself. Marvel Comics and the ‘39 Clues’ series defined my childhood. Action filled every comic panel and the ’39 Clues’ has adventure spanning across thousands of pages. I loved getting lost in adventures that I myself could not experience. Maybe that’s why I could read for hours upon hours, it allowed me to escape after a day of doing schoolwork and playing baseball against my wishes. I may not have decided how the stories played out but joining the characters on their adventure fulfills me.

            My all-time favorite stories were the Spiderman comics in elementary school. My fascination with the wall-crawler was to the point where my gamertag for a few years was “Spider-Boy”. Never thought that I would publish that anywhere. Anyways, the Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman made me feel that I could become the hero of my own story even without having superpowers. Peter Parker was super even before he was bitten by a radioactive spider. Also thinking more about it, I was so into video games a child for the same reason as books, it let me explore stories and have adventures that I won’t or can’t have in my own life.

            Years later in middle and high school, I realized that I enveloped myself in texts as much as I did when I was younger. Many of the texts stopped being as fantastical and had more emphasis on underlying themes but I envisioned myself within ‘Fahrenheit 451’ and ‘The Scarlet Letter’ just the same as a comic book. Reading never became a chore for me even though I was not always able to read the books that I preferred.

            When I made it to high school, reading became less for pleasure and more for necessity. Other than one or two choice books over the summer, I only read assigned books for English and history courses because I had little time on top of all of my work. It really sucked because there are now so many fantasy and adventure books that I have on list in the back of mind to read but there is not enough time in the world to read all of them. If I happen to drop out of college at some point in the near future, it’s to make more time to read.

            For as long as I can remember, reading has been an escape from a long and monotonous day into a world where any adventure is possible. Excitement, that is the driving force behind reading. My favorite texts that I read are the ones that illicit an emotional response from me, so it makes sense that after reading so many books I base how much I like a novel on how much it makes me hate a character, cry for someone’s death, or just smile because everything ended perfectly fine.