Starting that very night, I opened the first book; Letters of the alphabet. After three vigorous days, I had finally learned the letters of the alphabet and their sounds, the foundation of reading. I had no idea, but this would pave the way of my reading career. I placed the book on my bed stand and grabbed the next book in the sequence; Clifford the Big Red Dog. Every couple days I would enjoy the pleasure of placing the next book into my finished pile. Over the course of a few weeks, both my parents and teachers noticed my increased reading comprehension. I had surpassed the second grade reading level at seven years old. I was at the top of my class, although I was only in kindergarten.
Unfortunately all good things come to an end, my box of books was empty. The next day I went to school and immediately went to the library. I headed straight to the fourth grade section and grabbed the first three books I saw. When I finally got home I wasted no time and darted up the stairs like a cheetah after its prey. I slammed the door shut and hurdled over all the toys on my floor onto my bed, made myself comfortable and