And I never even knew the story of my parents discovering that I knew how to read until I heard it second-hand - as in, my mother told one of my boyfriends, but not me. When he finally mentioned what a cute story it was - that it was so very "me" - he got a completely puzzled look in response.
According to the redirect, I was around 3 and my mother was reading to me from one of my favorite storybooks [I recall that I had a favorite storybook that had been read so much it lost its cover] when she changed some of the words or skipped something. I immediately piped up with "That's not what it says!" So she told me to read it instead, and I did.
(My being both precocious and also oblivious to life-changing events like this is apparently very me. And her not ever telling me the story directly is very, *very* her. But I digress.)
By the time I got to 1st grade, I was naturally speed-reading. I had to keep fingers bookmarks in two places in any book during "reading-out-loud" time - where the class was (and where I had to return to) vs. where I was in the story (which was generally pages and pages ahead). In truth, I still have a lot of trouble reading out loud because I can't scan that slowly - my eyes always dart ahead.
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And I never even knew the story of my parents discovering that I knew how to read until I heard it second-hand - as in, my mother told one of my boyfriends, but not me. When he finally mentioned what a cute story it was - that it was so very "me" - he got a completely puzzled look in response.
According to the redirect, I was around 3 and my mother was reading to me from one of my favorite storybooks [I recall that I had a favorite storybook that had been read so much it lost its cover] when she changed some of the words or skipped something. I immediately piped up with "That's not what it says!" So she told me to read it instead, and I did.
(My being both precocious and also oblivious to life-changing events like this is apparently very me. And her not ever telling me the story directly is very, *very* her. But I digress.)
By the time I got to 1st grade, I was naturally speed-reading. I had to keep fingers bookmarks in two places in any book during "reading-out-loud" time - where the class was (and where I had to return to) vs. where I was in the story (which was generally pages and pages ahead). In truth, I still have a lot of trouble reading out loud because I can't scan that slowly - my eyes always dart ahead.