some of my earliest memories are of my mother reading to me. I suppose that's still lurking in my mental background when I'm reading now.
I think my teachers were probably more typical, I think they mostly wanted to help me view reading positively, but the methods they used weren't all that effective. Of course, it may simply have been that I'm annoyed by other people telling me that I have to read this or that. Coupled with the over-commented upon (by me!), ill-timed exposure to
Lord of the Flies ... I think I just decided that I hated everything they told me I had to read. Looking back, however, there were a few of them that weren't too bad.
