Things you probably don’t know about me. Part 9 of 16.

I learned to read pretty early. The problem was that I didn’t really care about reading more than subtitles or the back of a VHS cassette so progress was slow. Really painfully slow.

In school we had this short novellas. I think you was supposed to read them all, and then move on to the more advanced. Or it could have been a fixed number, like five or eight or ten. Anyways, that isn’t important. The thing is this: I was among the last to be able to read the advanced ones. I was slow, didn’t really care for the questionaires in the end of each book we were supposed to answer to prove that we had read it, and I wasn’t good at writing either. It was some sort of rebellion, I resented the other kids for being better.

A few years later, when I was about ten, I think I read better than most though. It might have something to do with the fact that I got my allergies around that time. And now, I doubt many of them even remembers how to open a book unless it comes with an instructional cd.