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During my kidhood and adolescent years I grew up in truly small town. I can think back thinking that I knew everyone and that everyone knew me, and if the equity were crawl inn, the majority of them did. I guess this is where you could say that my memories of literacy began. As a child I can remember myself, and many other members of my community non having the literacy skills that most of those who visited or passed through our town did. The folks that passed through were decorous whereas those of us who lived in the town seemed as if we had never been outside of our microscopic town, ever. You hear people joke about using run-in such as aint, wont to, arentcha, and so forth. Well, those were actual talking to used on a day-to-day basis in my hometown, and allows not forget all the double negatives used. As a child I can remember using the same words myself. It wasnt until I began to meet people outside of my circle of friends and neighbors that I realized that not onl y was our town small and living endure in the 1950s still, but the majority of our citizens were uneducated adults who did not know any better. I became interested in paroles at an early mature I would say. While all my friends were outside playing in the woodland or riding go carts I would be inside feeling at Highlight magazines or reading some of the books that my mother had bought for me at a yard sale one Saturday. I can remember the day that my parents bought my sister and I a set of encyclopedias, which came with two subvention sets. One set was a childrens set of encyclopedias and the other was a set of 8-thick, colorful hardback books. My sister and I just sit down there as my parents put them in a glass basis that my mother had. One by one the put them in as while doing so they told each of us that inside each book contained many adventures for us to embark upon. I can remember agreeable those books so much. I can remember reading them even when I didnt have to wo rk out something up from them in school. There was such a sense of security and safety behind those books that I could look through them for hours upon hours, and then racing to beat my sister at carnal knowledge my parents what I had read about.