I do not remember learning to read, I remember being able to read when I started first grade at age 5 which put me way ahead of my older (most were 6 or even 7 in first grade) peers. I did not go to kindergarten, many of them did. This was standard public school, not Montessori. I do remember being terribly bored by the primary readers we had. "See Tag Run..."
I came from a household where neither parent finished school, (Mom left in 11th grade, Dad left school in 8th grade, both to work.) I don't recall there being alot of books around the house until I was a teen. We did make weekly trips to the children's library (I think I still have the "Certificate's of Achievement" I got every summer for reading 'X' number of books.)
I also don't remember my parents ever spending alot of time reading to me. I remember my mother giving me picture books as a kid and having me "read" her the story, by making it up based on the pictures.
And as an aside, My sister, who is five years younger than me, still could not read beyond about third grade level when she graduated high school. She can read enough to get by, but she would never be able to pick up and read an entire novel. It wasn't until she was an adult that it was discovered that she is dyslexic and has learned to compensate. So I can guess it has nothing to do with genetics.
But, because we were raised in the same household, doing the same things (going to the library etc.), going to the same public schools and in some cases even being taught by the same teachers, it's even hard to argue that it's environment.
It's definately an interesting topic, I would be interested to hear what you can discover.
It is a slightly different environment. I was the first child in my family and my parents had time to spend with me to read to me & teach me to read. They had less time to spend with the second child since they then had two kids to take care of. I helped teach the third and fourth kids to read.
I don't remember learning how to read, but I know I was ahead of my first-grade classmates in public school. I remember learning compound words, and confusing "dairy" and "diary" and was terribly embarrassed when my teacher had to correct me on that.
After I read most of the kids' section in the public library, I remember sneaking into the adults' section. I did sneak, too, because I thought I wasn't allowed in there. There was a sign that said "Adults"!
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I do remember being terribly bored by the primary readers we had. "See Tag Run..."
I came from a household where neither parent finished school, (Mom left in 11th grade, Dad left school in 8th grade, both to work.) I don't recall there being alot of books around the house until I was a teen. We did make weekly trips to the children's library (I think I still have the "Certificate's of Achievement" I got every summer for reading 'X' number of books.)
I also don't remember my parents ever spending alot of time reading to me. I remember my mother giving me picture books as a kid and having me "read" her the story, by making it up based on the pictures.
And as an aside, My sister, who is five years younger than me, still could not read beyond about third grade level when she graduated high school. She can read enough to get by, but she would never be able to pick up and read an entire novel. It wasn't until she was an adult that it was discovered that she is dyslexic and has learned to compensate.
So I can guess it has nothing to do with genetics.
But, because we were raised in the same household, doing the same things (going to the library etc.), going to the same public schools and in some cases even being taught by the same teachers, it's even hard to argue that it's environment.
It's definately an interesting topic, I would be interested to hear what you can discover.
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It is a slightly different environment. I was the first child in my family and my parents had time to spend with me to read to me & teach me to read. They had less time to spend with the second child since they then had two kids to take care of. I helped teach the third and fourth kids to read.
I don't remember learning how to read, but I know I was ahead of my first-grade classmates in public school. I remember learning compound words, and confusing "dairy" and "diary" and was terribly embarrassed when my teacher had to correct me on that.
After I read most of the kids' section in the public library, I remember sneaking into the adults' section. I did sneak, too, because I thought I wasn't allowed in there. There was a sign that said "Adults"!