Who actually remembers the first book they ever read?

We use the same part of our brain to listen to a story than we do to read the written word, so that question could be even harder to answer for some.

I remember learning how to read. It was a children's reader about another child, a blanket and some zoo animals, and I just could not wrap my head around it. It was far too hard, the words were too big, and the pictures weren't helping me figure out the text. Hated it, and spent most of the day being foul about it, until the moment I was fighting my parents over how hard it was to read, and how I'd never understand it, and then: Poof, I knew every word in that book. 

Maybe it was not so much a *poof* moment than a *got over my tantrum, had some appy slices and a nap* moment, but in a span of a day, I had words.

Words were wonderous! I could fit a whole story in my head, then another, then a legion.

And wasn't it a perfect moment to be able to hold up a book as a silent salute to a fellow reader, and have them echo the motion back to you. 

Even if a word isn't spoken, a moment is shared, and I think that's pretty neat.

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