Technically, I have memories from before I could (or so I'm told) read text, but those memories (from age 18mos) are not about reading or the lack of the ability to read. Family lore has it that my mother started parking me in front of Sesame Street when I was a year and a half old; at three, I was discovered to be reading, much to everyone's astonishment.
I remember, however, at 4 -- I'm very clear on when, because almost exactly coincident with the year I was 4, we lived in a particular place for a year -- trying to read the Sunday funny pages from the Boston Globe, and not being able to make heads or tails of it. It was quite disorienting, not being able to make sense of a text!
But I must have figured it out shortly thereafter. ¿
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I remember, however, at 4 -- I'm very clear on when, because almost exactly coincident with the year I was 4, we lived in a particular place for a year -- trying to read the Sunday funny pages from the Boston Globe, and not being able to make heads or tails of it. It was quite disorienting, not being able to make sense of a text!
But I must have figured it out shortly thereafter.
¿