I didn't really read in kindergarten. I had the alphabet, my name,(damn that was a fine paisley pillow!) colours, subtraction, addition, under my belt. Reading, poetry, all sorts of aural verbality rained on me. I just didn't do it myself. But by 1st grade, (so I was 7) Mrs. Fox (the librarian) let me check out anything. I proved myself on a Laura Ingalls Wilder book. I could read it, and she let me have it out. I had access. No more under 3rd grade books. Ms. Gunderman, the one who succeeded her, needed reeducation and disliked me. Ha. I scared the witch. She disapproved of my selections. I bought some of them later.
But learning to read was an accidental, organic thing. Near as I know, it just happened. Like a wildflower. The goodnight book went from Mom to me reading it. (Yes, once I could read, she made me do it out loud. In 1st grade I had to do it for kindergarteners.) My friend Saralinda didn't read 'til 3rd grade. By 5th grade I'd hit a 9th grade speed/comprehension level. I don't know what that means, but yes, I read. How I learned I can't tell because I don't remember.
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But learning to read was an accidental, organic thing. Near as I know, it just happened. Like a wildflower. The goodnight book went from Mom to me reading it. (Yes, once I could read, she made me do it out loud. In 1st grade I had to do it for kindergarteners.) My friend Saralinda didn't read 'til 3rd grade. By 5th grade I'd hit a 9th grade speed/comprehension level. I don't know what that means, but yes, I read. How I learned I can't tell because I don't remember.