Reading Autobiography-A E Martindale
Reading Autobiography. As a child, I remember reading lots of fiction books. I don’t remember reading when we lived in the United States, but I do remember going to our local public library and spending hours there. I loved taking books home, though the library was only a few blocks from home, I would take as many books as I was able to carry. Once home, I would read to my sister and brother, but my most favorite thing to do was to read and record myself using our cassette player. I’m certain there are still cassettes floating around of me reading aloud. When we came back to the United States, I was entering 6th grade, a junior high, and my classes were in a language that I hadn’t spoken fluently if at all in 6 years. The library was my place to escape where I fit in and reading was the harbor where my accent wasn’t noticeable to those around me. I found out that the library was a space I could go after lunch, and became friends with the librarian. She taught me how to help oth