Me too. I started school at four, and I could read before then, so I would guess I started reading at 2 or 3 years of age. Before then, my mother always read to me. I still have the books she read from, the Wizard of OZ was one of my favorites.
Then, when I was about eight, I joined a book club. They sent you an order form and you checked off all the books you wanted. Of course, you had to pay for them, but my agreement with my mother was that, as long as I read every one of the books I purchased, I could purchase all the books I wanted.
In order to read all those books (I would often purchase as many as 30 or more each month), I spent most of each weekend in my room, in bed, with all of the books I hadn't read yet piled on one side of me .... and then slowly, as the weekend progressed, I would put each book from that stack on to the "read" stack which was growing on the other side of me.
My mother would frequently stick her head in my door and practically beg me to go outside and play. My reply was always the same .... "Excuse me, but I am reading. Would you please shut the door?"
Poor mom.
