Growing up I used to be a huge fan of books. I still am, but the main difference is that the ones I used to read had pictures; the ones I read now don’t. Pictures were nice to help develop the imagery for the story, but as I grew so did my imagination. The books I vividly remember were by a specific author (Raina Telgemeier). I read a lot of her books and even re-read them because I enjoyed the storyline. The pictures added details that I never thought of before, and I really enjoyed spending my free time reading about fictional characters' lives.
I reached 5th grade and a lot of kids my age were reading chapter books. A lot of the books on my shelf at home were chapter books but I ignored them because I deemed them to be boring. As time went on, I did progress to reading more chapter books, mostly for school but a couple in my free time. Whenever I did not have plans, I wanted to read but I also wanted to hang out with my friends. I would often think about the next time I would pick up a book and read for fun, and eventually I did.
Now that I was older and had a better imagination that was not just piecing random information together, reading chapter books was fun. I still did not have a lot of time to read but I moved away from looking at pictures and used words to make the picture for myself instead of it being handed to me. I still enjoyed books with pictures and did not completely cut them from my life, but rather I just advanced to something different. Creating and interpreting my own pictures for the story made reading more fun in my opinion and with time; Words replaced the pictures.
-Chloe B.🦆 (sorry if this didn't make sense)