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|I don't really remember being read to, but I must have been because when I was 4 and was bedridden with polio, I read everything my grandmother brought to me. Look, Life, Grit everything that had words was fair game. And then my grandmother got into the attic and brought out some very old books that were small and very thick. They must have been her own books or some she had for her children. One of them was 'The Little Colonel', which was also a movie with Shirley Temple. Eventually I had children's books, starting with bedtime fairy tales, but after discovering the little colonel books, I rapidly moved on to others. The fairy tale books had pictures and I was interested in them, but books without pictures were good as well.
Anyway, I don't really remember learning to read, but my grandmother must have taught me during the polio time. All I remember of that time was having stacks of books and magazines on my bed. There was a window beside the head of my bed and I remember having Ninna open the curtains even before the sun came up so I could see to read. I traveled to many places from my bed during that time. By the time I started school I think I had graduated to my dad's Louis L'Amour books. Ha! I traveled along with him, too. Not exactly the stuff of children's books, but all that was available in the mountains at that time. It sure was a rude awakening when I went to school and had to read the Alice and Jerry first readers. I kept wanting to add more words to every page. "Run Alice run." "See Jack jump." Duh. I remember getting into trouble for defacing school property during that first school year. On the page that said 'See Jack jump' I continued the sentence in pencil to say, 'See Jack jump over the candlestick. He jumped so high he touched the sky.' I erased till there was a hole in the page.