As a kid I detested books, and here I am writing them.
I still remember looking at all those letters jammed together on a page and not knowing what they meant.
I faked reading by memorizing what was read aloud. My 3rd grade teacher found me out and yelled at me for being lazy. She put me in the dummy class.*
My parents asked Mrs. Anderson, who had been my kindergarten teacher, to tutor me. With her gentle guidance I reluctantly began to decode words.
I didn't like reading until the end of 4th grade. That's when the words started giving me pictures in my head.
All of the sudden, there weren't enough books in the world.
*No one in my "dummy class" was dumb.
