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I was personally very lucky when I was young, because the importance of reading was expressed to me at an early age. My mother would spend hours reading out loud to my sister and I at bedtime. It was the highlight of the day ending by settling in for the…
My earliest memories of reading involve sitting on the heater vent, under a blanket, and listening to my older brother read The Cat in the Hat or Green Eggs and Ham. I remember being fascinated with how he could recognize sight words and use phonics to sound out words he…
Then: I learned to read when I was 4 years old when sitting in the big black Naugahyde vinyl rocking chair with my mom and older sister who was the one who was actually learning to read. I just “got it”. I was all about reading Hop on Pop by…