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Originally Posted by DMcCunney
I've always read anything that didn't read me first, and a fair bit that did
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very strange mental image of reading an astronaute bunny with ears full of text...
i also don't remember not knowing how to read, however i do have one "snapshot" memory (i just remember the image of the situation, not any action that was happening) of learning to read. i must have been around
3, since my sister was a baby, on my mother's lap. we were all sitting on the sofa so my mother could help me, and i was holding a children's book on my lap that was so huge (proportionally...) that it covered my legs and only my feet were sticking out at the end. i'm pretty sure it wasn't so much the book that was gigantic, but me who was really short at the time.
i used to read so much that one summer when i was a child my mother told me she was going to take my books away so i would be forced to spend some time outside. ironic, since she is the one who pushed me to read to begin with. i protested so much that she gave in though and let me keep them. even if she hadn't, it would have been materially impossible to hide *all* the books in the house, so it was a flawed plan to begin with. (also a really stupid one, but that's another discussion).