My early language and literacy development formed from a rather early age. I don't recall much before preschool other than these weird picture books that told stories, through pictures alone, of a stylized cat character washing his car or hanging his laundry etc., involved a mishap, and always concluded with a happy ending. This sparked my literacy as it presented me with a new mode of reading, and subsequently using, new facial expressions in certain situations.
I feel that because I was privileged enough to attend pre-school, I was given a leg up once I stepped into public school. I excelled at reading in kindergarten all the way through elementary school. My writing prowess emerged in second grade when I was given the challenge of writing a short story. I wish I still had a copy, it was entitled "The Rooster that Never Sleeps." The story is of an insomniac rooster who encounters a number of conflicts through his incessant attempts to maintain conversation with the other barnyard animals throughout the night. The story was given second place. Go, second grade me! woo!
I grew up with two male cousins of mine from age 3 to the present, they being one year younger than me, and fraternal twins. We grew up together in our small desert town and shortly upon group exposure to the Nintendo Entertainment System, a competition of ages began and has not relented to this day! Throughout elementary school, I excelled at school and sought to keep the buffer of a senior classman full and thick over my cousins to maintain superiority in the intellectual field, being as how I was the least skilled at defeating Bowser. This only lasted a while, . . . as both my cousins beat me up whenever they saw me reading.
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