I was two! I know that sounds young, but my brother is older than me, and every day he'd come home from school, he'd teach me everything they taught him! So like by the time i was in Kindergarten, I was on a third grade level.
well i technically started at three, but i did not get in to it till i was 11, and that was with the book "city of ember", but what i first read i think was the night before Christmas, on Christmas eve.
That User Who Changed Their Name A Dozen Times And So No One Ever Knew Who They Were Half the Time and When They Did Only Used Bolt.
The tragic tale of losing all #Brand for nothing in return.
I learned simple words at age four. I was a slow developer. In the first grade, at age six, I was the only one in the class who couldn't read. So my mom took initiative and taught me to read the way she'd learned when she still lived in Poland. Within a week, I was reading chapter books on a fifth grade level.
"You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them."
I was 2-3. My mum taught me, we would go rather long journeys and holidays that were far away, I would sit in the car and read books aloud to my mum and dad. Heheh we have videos of it, quite cute.
I was about 3, my brother taught me. I don't remember what the exact first book was, but I remember reading a book called "Triplets in the Kindergarten" (in Finnish, of course).
Or I'm not sure whether I remember the actual reading, or the video that has been taken from the session without me knowing. Really. Mom or Dad stalked me at my door and filmed me reading that book (I was reading it out loud.)
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
I chose age 4. I can't tell you when I learned to read for the life of me, but I remember reading a book in Pre-K (preschool). It was something about "scary" monsters and in the end there was a spaghetti fight. I'm sure that my parents read to me before then, but I've got a horrible memory. *shrug*
I started when I was three, and I'm pretty sure that the book had something to do with... whales... :\ My mind's a bit of a fog past that. I just remember seeing a picture of a whale when I was three and reading the page outloud.
I started reading at age three, although I attempted countless times before then. Many a picture of ours is one that features a two year old me with a book open, staring intently.
I started talking when I was one =_= And boy, I was annoying.
Talking fluently when I was 2.
Started singing when I was 3... Yeah, you can't stop your grandparents from laughing at you for singing "What Little Girls Are Made Of" on your first trip to the Philippines.
I'm not really sure when I started "actually" reading, because my mom would read to me so much when I was 3 that I could memorize the book and "read" it upside down. So I think that counted as memorization.
The first book I read was "My Heart" and it was this little cardboard square book from my church xD Just little sentences, but it was the first step.
By the time I was four I was past those Dr. Suess books and started reading those little chapter books with large print.
I skipped 1st grade because I could read "The cat was fat." without breaking a sweat and went on to second grade, which explains why I'm 13 and going to be a sophomore. But no fear! I shall be 14 in august xD
-Shina
You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself into one.
The writer, when he is also an artist, is someone who admits what others don't dare reveal.
I think it was three or four. It wasn't actually a 'book', just a bunch of cards that my teacher had bound together. They had sentences on them, and a cover and everything. I was so proud when I was able to read everything without help. Sadly, it's gone now.
There once was a cat. He wasn’t particularly fat. Fuzzy was his favorite mat. And really, that was that.
Oh, but did you really think so? Keep reading, it’s just the start of the show! And as for how far this tale will go… Well, even the cat doesn’t know.
Really. Mom or Dad stalked me at my door and filmed me reading that book (I was reading it out loud.)
