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before my Dad got his Law Degree, he was an engineer for the Bureau of Land Management. we ended up in some REALLY remote places (he surveyed the interior of Alaska for 4 years, then worked on the southern Colorado River water rights in Arizona for four years). peers for me were RARE. TV was even more rare. I honestly don't remember learning how to read. my paternal Grandmother was a librarian and english teacher and I am sure she gave me the head start. I was way beyond any of the primary readers by the time I made it to school. I remember this reading program in school SRA (?) there were entire boxes of stories that were color coded based on ability (?). anyway, they were supposed to last the year, I would get through them in the first month. I also remember the scholastic book club and being SO excited about those orders. when I would stay with my Grandmother on the reservation she would take me into the library while she worked and I devoured everything I could get my hands on. one Christmas with my maternal grandparents I had been given a book, probably one of the "Fury" books and had it read in an afternoon. my Grandfather didn't believe I was reading for content as it was too fast. he read the book then quizzed me about it. I answered every question correctly. Mom had never been a reader so he was stunned. he gave me a bunch of HIS childhood books, many of which were printed in the late 1800s in London. hence my often British influenced spelling which I used to catch hell for in school
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