“Do you remember when you learned to read, or like me, can you not even remember a time when you didn’t know how?” ~ Harper Lee, in a letter to Oprah Winfrey
Letters of Note
http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/10/some-things-should-happen-on-soft-pages.html
I can remember the struggle of my g’mother teaching me when I was 5 and had missed a little school…. thinking I’d never be able to do it!
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I remember very well. It was first grade. I didn’t read a thing before then. See Spot. See Spot run. Run, Spot, run. The biggest word was *something*. I was so proud when I mastered that! I believe it was this book, or one very similar: http://www.amazon.com/Storybook-Treasury-Dick-Jane-Friends/dp/B001CJQEYE/
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Same for me. Reading was all about Spot running 🙂
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I thought I was younger… but my mother found her notes from my childhood the other day and apparently I was 4 or 5. But I learned in Turkish before I learned in English. Feels like I’ve had a book in my hand my entire life. Failing that, the back of a cereal box. Or a magazine. Or a poster at the train station. Or an emergency sign on a wall…
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This is absolutely wonderful. It made me think…I remember reading early in life…I don’t remember learning or being taught. For all that my mother & I differed on, she did make sure we had books & I never remember a time when we didn’t go to the library. When I was a little older, mother decided a fitting punishment for me was to take away my books–something I resolved I would never do with my girls or with anyone. In an ironic way, she did me a favor. Without books, my imagination took over, and I started writing my own stories. I just recently bought Lee’s book to re-read. I didn’t realize she wrote only one. Thanks for sharing this!
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What a WONDERFUL read. Thx for sharing,
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