I LOVE to read. My mother taught me when I was four and ever since that moment it has been one of my favorite activities. I actually remember the moment when I understood reading. My younger brother was freaking out about something, which was normal behavior from him, and my mother completely ignored him while I made the breakthrough.
I probably spent too much of my childhood reading though. I was quiet and shy and spending all of my time reading didn’t help with my social skills. I did do well in school though. As adults, one of my cousins told me that she thought I was boring when we were kids. I never wanted to play.
