My experiences in reading did not exactly start in the most positive way. In fact when I first started reading, I despised it. My mom was very adamant about my younger sister and I reading a book every month. Every Sunday morning, she’d demand us into her room so we could read 30 pages or so of the book we chose that month. My sister and I would switch off, 15 for me and 15 for her. We started off with some good ones. Pippi Longstocking, the Boxcar Children, Nancy Drew, etc…As the start of the school year began to approach, there was less and less time for our consistent schedule. But, there was one book I remember my mother wanted us to try and finish and I hated it. ‘A Wrinkle in Time.’ Honestly, I still hate it to this day. We started that book in August and did not finish it until the end of November. What I really disliked about it was that it was challenging. It was not like the books my mom had made me accustomed to. Some of the words I couldn’t pronounce. I could not quite comprehend the plot. Everything about the book was confusing for my little brain and it made me so, so upset. When we finally finished the book, I still didn’t know what it was about and I never wanted to see it again. From that point on, reading became the last thing I wanted to do. Now, I read only when I absolutely have to. Even then, sometimes the summer reading doesn’t get done either.  I never do it for enjoyment, and that really saddens me. I have a library in my room that just collects dust, past summer/school reads, and maybe a couple of books I might have read in middle school. That’s it. I can never physically get myself to open a book and read it.  I just can’t do it. I envy those who really enjoy reading because I want to experience what they do. I want to read a book and get lost in its words and its twists and turns. I want to be one of those kids to actually read the books they check-out from the library. I want the library in my room to look a little more lively. As I approach a new chapter in my life, I want to take the opportunity to find that love for reading that I yearn for. I do not want to let one experience hinder me from being able to fall in love with literature. Lucky for me, this past year I’ve met someone who’s favorite pastime is reading. They constantly encourage me to read some of the books they’ve read, or text me about a book they’re excited to dive into. So, I am taking this as a sign to try out this reading thing one more time. Who knows, I might even try ‘A Wrinkle In Time’ again too.