My most fond memory of literacy is when I started to actually appreciate it. In middle school, there were plenty of programs that promoted the development of reading and writing, and I hated 95% of them. It was not until I found a book that I adored, that I actually understood the emphasis the school was placing on these topics. Shamefully, this book is titled My Teacher is an Alien, and, needless to say, does not have very dense subject matter, but I guess one has to start somewhere. I will never forget that silly book, nor will I forget how meaningful literacy is, especially in our society.