Why is Reading Story Books Good for Us?

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Since childhood, I am very much fond of listening to stories of various kinds. Whenever my grandmother used to be with me she used to tell me about fairy tales, Aladin and his wander lamp, Cinderella, Rapunzel and many more. My mother makes me fall asleep at every night by reading different stories. Now I can read stories myself my father buys me many story books with lots of beautiful pictures in them. He says it is very important to develop a reading habit from a young age. Today I will discuss the importance of reading books:

Emotional Development

Reading stories is essential for our proper emotional development. When we read a story we read about various events, places, and characters and develop a sense of affection and friendliness towards some characters. Reading helps to increase our language skills, enhances confidence level and helps us to cope with our feelings. Through reading stories we can know about people’s lives, culture, and tradition of places which we have not visited.

Learning in a Natural Way

In our school when our teacher tells us stories, she introduces us to many new words and ideas. We also learn about developing our moral values of kindness, love, compassion, sympathy through reading various storybooks. Many stories come with a lesson through which we can distinguish between the right and the wrong. While reading a story we remain so much engrossed in it that learning happens in a natural way.

De-Stress and Relax

Reading stories helps us to relax. When we read stories before going to bed we can forget about the stresses of our life and pamper ourselves in the world of fantasy. The calming familiarity of our precious storybooks, the rhymes, and repetition of a picture book and a sense of security as we spend time in reading helps us to relax and rest.

Fosters Our Imagination

Reading stories enhances our imagination by introducing new ideas to us. It may be about the miraculous world, space, and other planets, fictitious characters, and events about historic times. Thus, reading story books develops our imagination and creative abilities.

Increases Focus and Attention

Reading habits from an early age help to develop our ability to pay attention and allow us to increase our concentration level to a large extent. Because when we read, we get engrossed in the concept that the book offers.

Enhances a Thirst to Know More

While we read books we can know the world around us and develop inquisitiveness in our minds. In this way, it stimulates a thirst for knowledge, to know more, to ask questions and to seek their answers.

 

Books are our true companions as they help us to get refreshed by forgetting all our anxieties and worries. It takes us to a different world, away from our regular space and lets us virtually live the life of others. It helps us know many things which we did not know that it existed.


My First Painting

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my first painting

When I was small I used to see my father paint on huge canvas papers. At the beginning, I couldn’t understand what he used to scribble on the white papers but gradually as I grew up, I started to learn that my father paints. Though he is not a professional artist but Daddy tells me that he paints because painting is his passion. At first, I didn’t like the colours but my intense bond with my Daddy made me love the colours, the white papers, the brushes, the pallet and other stuff.

Our store room was at a corner of the backyard.One day, I suddenly thought of going there to see my dad’s paintings. As soon as I entered the room I was dumbstruck to see all the arrangements. It was like a heaven around there. The paintings were all over the walls. Some were coloured in blue, some in black, somewhere multicoloured and much more. The pictures were so appealing and heart soothing that I felt like staying there for the whole day. I was looking for a white page when suddenly I got clashed with the colour bottles and the colours splashed over his drawings. I got so tensed that I started crying. Soon my father came into the room and he started to console me. He was not upset that I splashed colours on the canvases but was happy that I entered the room to see his work. That weekend he brought me a new set of colours, pallets, and brushes. He also told me that he would not mind if I didn’t like to paint.

I sat at one corner of the room and started to scribble on the sheet of paper. I sat for almost two hours but couldn’t do anything other than the haphazard lines that I drew. I messed up the paper and made it the untidiest one. I was upset that I couldn’t make something like my daddy. I went to Daddy and showed him my painting, though I knew that it was the worst painting but for my daddy, it was the best painting forever. He told me that he loved it so much and later he framed it and stuck it on one of the walls of his studio. I was overwhelmed with joy that my painting was stuck on the walls. That was the first day when I started my painting. Those lines were the best lines in my life because of Daddy who made it so special. His encouragement uplifted me and made me love this art form.

I am proud to have a Daddy like him, who supported me, encouraged my paintings and never forced me to follow his style of paintings. He always tells me that, just follow what your heart suggests you do. The more you will love to paint the fast you will get to know about your environment. Daddy tells me to paint my heart out. This will give me peace.His golden words touched my heart and now I paint anytime whenever I feel like.