I credit Christmas for teaching me to read. My parents used to spell out the presents they were going to get me to my sister across the dinner table. After dinner, I would run to my room, grab a notebook from my backpack, and print the letters I remembered my parents saying. The next day, I would take the notebook to school and show my teacher.
"What does this say?" I would ask her.
"Oh that," she would reply, "That looks like it says 'remote control car.' You're missing a couple letters, though."
I did my best to act surprised when my family opened gifts on Christmas Eve.
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