The History of my Literacy

My literacy started a while ago, back in the wee stages of my life. I guess you could say once I learned to read I obtained literacy, because literacy is the ability to read. The better question is how did I get my literacy. As far as I can recall it started in the days just before first grade. I would lie on the couch next to my mother, and we would read Bernstein Bear books (I would recommend No Girls Allowed, it is particularly mesmerizing). If I could read the words correctly she would reward me, when I stumbled, she slapped me. I also enjoyed reading the comics, but I must of largely misunderstood them because Marmaduke was my favorite. By first grade I could read pretty well, but I mostly liked to read with other people, braving a book on my own instilled deep fear in me, comparable to Kevin's fear of personal hygiene products. Soon though I overcame that fear and I even went beyond the simple short story reads, this is what I would call the second stage of my literacy.
My first real read would have to be Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. This book you could say was monumental to my literacy because it hooked me on books and showed me a literal world behind Bears who lived in trees. After I finished the book I decided that I was in love with reading. If I had read a different book as my first real read I could've enjoyed it much less and it may've turned me off of reading. So I guess I owe something to JK Rowling...
I think it would be pointless to track my literacy any further because Harry Potter was basically the book that propelled me into what I am as a reader now. I know this is a short blog but I have MHALS tomorrow and a lot of stress, so I'll make up for it in the next one...