As I've said before, I've always thought I was a closet dyslexic, as there were no tests for such things when I was starting school. If you had trouble, they worked with you, and if you still couldn't keep up, they just held you back. Simple.
Well, I did the extra work, and was lucky enough to learn to read during the Dick and Jane See and Say era, so I didn't have to learn Phonics. I just memorized each word as a whole, which worked much better for me. I can still remember those little reading half circles with those delightful Dick and Jane pictures. It was such a wonder to be able to read, and I was so proud of myself.
I would bring that precious book home each afternoon and sit down with my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Sadie, our maid/baby sitter, and I did something I didn't even realize I was doing. I taught her how to read. The more complicated my homework became and the harder the words became, we both learned. Not until I was much older, and something was said about it, did I realize that I had taught Sadie how to read.
Dick and Jane started me on a lifetime adventure that led through graduate school and continues to this day. I even ended up teaching school for 29 years! That early experience, sitting in Sadie's lap, reading all those simple little stories to her, pointing carefully to each word, made a lasting impression on my life, and I'm sure it changed her life, too.
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