Learning how to Read

What I remember the most about learning how to read is how patient my mom was when teaching me. The books, the “what does this sound make,” in a calm, baby talk voice and her sounding out each letter with me. I remember being able to pick the sounds up fairly quickly. Repeating each sound that the letters made about 5 times before being able to move on to the next. I remember being excited every time I got one right on the first try, without my mom’s help. But sadly, there’s not much I can remember after that. My childhood was rocky, very up and down, so my memories are kind of all over the place. As I sit here trying to zone in on that very specific memory, it’s hard for me to not start thinking of the other memories I’ve worked so hard on suppressing.