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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel
very strange mental image of reading an astronaute bunny with ears full of text...  |
Nah. Think semaphores.
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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. 
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My earliest discrete memories also date from about three years old, but they are random snaphots. Continuing memories in a sequence don't really start till I was about 5 and in kindergarten,
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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).
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I never had
that problem. Mine was blitzing through school books in about two weeks, then getting in trouble for reading other material in class. (Though one English teacher I remember fondly introduced me to Tolkien, deciding that if I was going to read extra-curricular stuff in class, she would at least point me at stuff worth reading...)
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Dennis