Here I would like to share with you some of the many books and materials that have influenced and shaped my worldview and life.
My mind and worldview was very small and narrow before I learned how to read.
And believe it or not, I didn’t learn how to read until I was 17 years old. When I was younger no one really took to time to notice that I was slow when it came school performance. I pretty much got by through avoidance of situations that required me to read. For example, when ever it was time to read in class I would always find an out by going to the bathroom. And because I was quiet and never giving any teachers any problems in class, I got by. Also, because I performed really good as an athlete in football, baseball, basketball, and track, teachers would promote me through the grade levels.
My home life wasn’t the best. I was never made to sit down and read anything. I believe my moms probably had a clue when I in the first grade. I remember her reading my name on a strip of white tap and putting it on my arm. It took me along time before I remembered how to spell and write my name.
My moms was 18 years old when she birth me. She knew very little about taking care of a child. Her mother died before she was 15 years old. My moms dropped out of school before turning 17 years old. So, I doubt that she read well at that time.
Reading didn’t exist in my up bring.