The beginning of when I fell in love with world of imagination was when my mom used to read me bedtime stories.
The beginning of when I developed the resolve to learn to read well was when my mom was assigned to the graveyard shift at work.
And that was the beginning of when I could read so well, well ahead of my class.
And then there came a time when I noticed that my classmates were already reading well. And that was the first time I was afraid that I wouldn’t be special anymore.