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My parents, especially Dad, always had me around when they were reading or looking at something interesting. When they could, they always took me to places like museums and libraries. I could read a newspaper by the time I was 5 and they stopped testing my reading levels by the time I'd turned 9...I already had the reading level of a college graduate by the time I was 8. The principal of the school I was at wanted to put me into a special class for gifted kids, but Dad didn't want it, as he went through the same thing when he was young and he didn't like it. These days, I know college graduates (and undergrads) who are flat out spelling their own names!!!!. Takes all of their toes and fingers just to count to 5. It's a sad state of affairs, alright.
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