I can clearly remember sitting in first grade, the teacher (Mrs. Storm) had me at a table, opened a book to page 1, pointed to the word "Tom" which was under a illustration of a boy (Tom, who turned out to be the hero of the story) and told me to read it. I look ed at the word and was surprised to find that I could, in fact, read it. Later that same week I was at my great-grandparents' house and received a copy of "1 fish 2 Fish" I tried going through only reading the words I already recognized, which was not very satisfactory.
I was having some trouble advancing with reading in school until it was discovered I needed glasses really badly. By then I was behind the class, but my father made a set of flash cards and went through them with me every evening for a while. They were standard kid words, except for one that said "doo-doo dog" which I thought was the funniest thing ever. In short time I was a champion reader. By 5th grade I was reading stuff like Edgar R. Burroughs.
My 2 sons learned to read at about 3. I think they picked it up from hearing the same books read over and over, and I would run my finger along the words at the bottom of the page. I always read the text as written. My daughter, who got the same reading-to treatment, did not pick it up (I never made any attempt to "teach" my kids to read) and had to deliberately learn how in 1st grade. The teacher (all 3 had the same 1st grade teacher) sent home sheets with words on them to be learned each week. With the boys, I just had them read the words to me once, then threw the sheet away. It was kinda fun to cut out the words and take them out of the baggie every afternoon and go through them.
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I was having some trouble advancing with reading in school until it was discovered I needed glasses really badly. By then I was behind the class, but my father made a set of flash cards and went through them with me every evening for a while. They were standard kid words, except for one that said "doo-doo dog" which I thought was the funniest thing ever. In short time I was a champion reader. By 5th grade I was reading stuff like Edgar R. Burroughs.
My 2 sons learned to read at about 3. I think they picked it up from hearing the same books read over and over, and I would run my finger along the words at the bottom of the page. I always read the text as written. My daughter, who got the same reading-to treatment, did not pick it up (I never made any attempt to "teach" my kids to read) and had to deliberately learn how in 1st grade. The teacher (all 3 had the same 1st grade teacher) sent home sheets with words on them to be learned each week. With the boys, I just had them read the words to me once, then threw the sheet away. It was kinda fun to cut out the words and take them out of the baggie every afternoon and go through them.