{"id":105,"date":"2015-03-02T20:58:00","date_gmt":"2015-03-02T20:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/girltyler.com\/staging\/2937\/2015\/03\/02\/the-first-time-the-words-made-sense"},"modified":"2015-07-09T15:13:58","modified_gmt":"2015-07-09T15:13:58","slug":"the-first-time-the-words-made-sense","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/girltyler.com\/staging\/2937\/2015\/03\/02\/the-first-time-the-words-made-sense\/","title":{"rendered":"The First Time the Words Made Sense"},"content":{"rendered":"<table align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;text-align:center;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/girltyler.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/95f76-kgnaic0f.jpg\" style=\"margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;\"><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/girltyler.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/95f76-kgnaic0f.jpg?resize=283%2C320\" height=\"320\" width=\"283\" \/><\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:large;\">Tyler September 1992<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-size:large;\">In honor of National Read Across America Day, I cannot help but to reflect on the day the words on the pages finally made sense to me. I get so excited when I think about the first time I learned to read.<\/span><br \/><a name='more'><\/a><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-size:large;\">\u00a0The earliest memories of mine are age four. The year was 1992. My mother read to my sister and I every night before bed. I remember being jealous of them because they seemed to know something that I didn&#8217;t. They could read and I had a burning desire to do the same. Early on I felt like a failure because I knew my ABC&#8217;s, could count to 100, even tie my shoes, the only thing missing were the words on the page. I tried and tried to pick up the same books that she read to us, but the words just didn&#8217;t make sense. I&#8217;d even tell her, &#8220;Look Ma, I can read now!&#8221; pretending like I knew the words but I was actually reciting the story from memory or making it up as I go along (way to foreshadow my life as a writer). I grew more and more frustrated as the days passed and she assured me that it would come sooner or later.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\"><span style=\"font-size:large;\">My favorite childhood book is P.D. Eastman&#8217;s &#8220;Go Dog Go!&#8221;. Those dogs were so adventurous and I loved every second of their ride. I carried that book with me everywhere I went practicing, hoping that one day the words would just jump out at me and roll right off my tongue.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-size:large;\">One Saturday I was back at it again, page by page waiting on it to happen and then it did. \u00a0I was flipping through the book for the 1,000th time and loudly proclaimed, &#8220;Stop, dogs. Stop! The light is red now!&#8221;. If the feeling was anything like winning the lottery, then I had struck it rich.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/girltyler.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/a58ec-img_20150302_152604847.jpg\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/girltyler.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/a58ec-img_20150302_152604847.jpg?resize=400%2C225\" height=\"225\" width=\"400\" \/><\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-size:large;\">\u00a0Finally, I reached my goal. To commemorate the moment, I closed my bedroom door and grabbed a pencil. I went to the door frame and wrote &#8220;No go&#8221;. I had remembered that my mom told me that you can&#8217;t go on red lights and that was the page that I just read, so it was like my mnemonic device. I ran to throughout the house to tell everyone that I was finally their equal because I could read. Sweet redemption. As the years passed, the enchantment that is found in reading still sparks that same passion in my life.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-size:large;\">Nearly 23 years later, the words I penned on the wall are in the same spot. When I told my mom why I did it, she spared my behind in the name of literacy.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/girltyler.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/e94cc-photogrid_1425327096042.jpg\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:large;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/girltyler.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/e94cc-photogrid_1425327096042.jpg?resize=400%2C332\" height=\"332\" width=\"400\" \/><\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tyler September 1992 In honor of National Read Across America Day, I cannot help but to reflect on the day the words on the pages finally made sense to me. I get so excited when I think about the first time I learned to read.\u00a0The earliest memories of mine are age four. The year was &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/girltyler.com\/staging\/2937\/2015\/03\/02\/the-first-time-the-words-made-sense\/\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">The First Time the Words Made Sense<\/span> Read More &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_uag_custom_page_level_css":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[401381513],"class_list":["post-105","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-girl-tyler-tv"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","uagb_featured_image_src":{"full":false,"thumbnail":false,"medium":false,"medium_large":false,"large":false,"1536x1536":false,"2048x2048":false,"woocommerce_thumbnail":false,"woocommerce_single":false,"woocommerce_gallery_thumbnail":false},"uagb_author_info":{"display_name":"Tyler","author_link":"https:\/\/girltyler.com\/staging\/2937\/author\/7thrho\/"},"uagb_comment_info":0,"uagb_excerpt":"Tyler September 1992 In honor of National Read Across America Day, I cannot help but to reflect on the day the words on the pages finally made sense to me. 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