TinaMigarlo
Apparently my pronouns are now: "it". Thanks, guys
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in another thread, it dawned on me (duh!)
that what i thought were my unique "reading too early" funny stories, are going to be familiar.
@Bayleyrockstar @CharlesEBrown , there's more of us, I'm just sure of it.
When I was old enough it clearly dawned on me I was weird for this, I quizzed my mom about it.
My mom was one of those"annoying flash card" moms, for a reference point.
She said she was reading to me like you do to any baby on your lap, and I just started reading all at once.
She said it was a weird and scary moment, seemed slightly supernatural was how she described it. (I was too young, lol)
Mom says she at first recovered her composure, and "realized" it was just a trick. Of course. I was memorizing her telling the easy story.
some kids do that, but I digress. So mom made sure she bought a new childrens book I couldn't have memorized, and...
she said I read it to her. Which freaked her out.
So she's laughing telling my dad about her "creepy moment" with me.
but Dad was apparently telling his own "creepy" story similar.
he said I was a little baby and I still slept in the "moses basket" we called it. Bassinette, I guess.
mind you, dad is one of those guys that will "address" a dog, cat, baby... toaster, houseplant... as if talking to another human.
its his thing to be funny.
so he said it was "creepy" when he asked me if my diaper needed changed.
and he said he was sure I babbled out a pretty clear "No Raymond".
But no one b-e-l-i-e-v-e-d him and teased him about this moment.
(he swore my "babbling" was discernible speech, he could "interpret" it.
Then the funny family story was that mom confided in Dad her weird feeling with me reading to her,
then dad reminded her that he thought I was talking English instead of baby babbling.
so I guess I just spontaneously knew how to talk and read, and no one knew why.
But then they both tell the funny story of the newspaper.
My parents were both "read the newspaper" people and the Sunday paper came in the wee hours of the morning.
so I guess I'm a toddler. I wanted the funny papers, the comics section. I'm a little kid.
But that lasted an annoying short time, I I started grabbing at sections of the big Sunday paper. Annoying my dad.
I demanded "coffee", so my mom had to make me hot chocolate in a mug.
and they thought I was imitating them "reading the newspaper" like they were doing.
They both said it freaked them out I could read the newspaper section article for article, story for story.
So my whole young life, there's a parade of adults visiting, and I have to read the newspaper out loud.
Like i'm a performing monkey, I now realize as an adult.
I have a whole roster of "reading too much" funny stories, they pretty much define my childhood and young adulthood.
that what i thought were my unique "reading too early" funny stories, are going to be familiar.
@Bayleyrockstar @CharlesEBrown , there's more of us, I'm just sure of it.
When I was old enough it clearly dawned on me I was weird for this, I quizzed my mom about it.
My mom was one of those"annoying flash card" moms, for a reference point.
She said she was reading to me like you do to any baby on your lap, and I just started reading all at once.
She said it was a weird and scary moment, seemed slightly supernatural was how she described it. (I was too young, lol)
Mom says she at first recovered her composure, and "realized" it was just a trick. Of course. I was memorizing her telling the easy story.
some kids do that, but I digress. So mom made sure she bought a new childrens book I couldn't have memorized, and...
she said I read it to her. Which freaked her out.
So she's laughing telling my dad about her "creepy moment" with me.
but Dad was apparently telling his own "creepy" story similar.
he said I was a little baby and I still slept in the "moses basket" we called it. Bassinette, I guess.
mind you, dad is one of those guys that will "address" a dog, cat, baby... toaster, houseplant... as if talking to another human.
its his thing to be funny.
so he said it was "creepy" when he asked me if my diaper needed changed.
and he said he was sure I babbled out a pretty clear "No Raymond".
But no one b-e-l-i-e-v-e-d him and teased him about this moment.
(he swore my "babbling" was discernible speech, he could "interpret" it.
Then the funny family story was that mom confided in Dad her weird feeling with me reading to her,
then dad reminded her that he thought I was talking English instead of baby babbling.
so I guess I just spontaneously knew how to talk and read, and no one knew why.
But then they both tell the funny story of the newspaper.
My parents were both "read the newspaper" people and the Sunday paper came in the wee hours of the morning.
so I guess I'm a toddler. I wanted the funny papers, the comics section. I'm a little kid.
But that lasted an annoying short time, I I started grabbing at sections of the big Sunday paper. Annoying my dad.
I demanded "coffee", so my mom had to make me hot chocolate in a mug.
and they thought I was imitating them "reading the newspaper" like they were doing.
They both said it freaked them out I could read the newspaper section article for article, story for story.
So my whole young life, there's a parade of adults visiting, and I have to read the newspaper out loud.
Like i'm a performing monkey, I now realize as an adult.
I have a whole roster of "reading too much" funny stories, they pretty much define my childhood and young adulthood.