I've been thinking about the physical process of learning to read this summer.
I read this book:
And to be honest, it was a bit too research based for me and lacking in actual practical things to implement in the library but it did get me thinking about my experiences of learning to read.
This is what I can remember:
- Reading Billy Blue Hat and Roger Red Hat
- Reading words out of a tin. I still remember the smell of the tin.
- In Year 6 my teacher telling me to "sound it out" when I stumbled over a word
- Magic e
- Reading The Twelve Dancing Princesses (many times) a Ladybird book
- Going to the public library and borrowing the same poetry treasury over and over
So not much. I have no memories of my parents listening to me read or reading to me. Seriously. None. I find this so strange. I think it's because it was never made into a big deal. If I read, I assume it was because I enjoyed it. Not because I had to. I became a librarian so I guess this method worked for me.
Do you remember reading aloud in class?
I know some people hated it. I didn't. But whenever I read aloud to the class I was so busy making sure I said every word correctly that I had no clue what was happening in the story. I lost my ability for comprehension.
From reading the above book, I'm taking away this: For pupils with weak comprehension skills recommend illustrated novels and graphic novels. Pictures aid comprehension.
Okay. I'm taking away more than that really but I can't manage to summarise my thoughts enough for this blog post.
But I'm interested to hear from anyone who can remember any aspect of learning to read? Positive or negative experiences? Anything that transformed how you felt about reading?