I think I will start by writing about the very beginning of my reading journey.  My mom says she read to me as a small child, but I do not have any memory of that.  My very first memory is in kindergarten (half day back in the 1960’s!) and singing the alphabet song.  I never really thought about it making any sense.  I suppose so much of the world doesn’t make sense to a five-year-old that one more nonsense song really didn’t make me question it.  However, on this particular day, the class was sitting on a rug in a kind of half circle singing the alphabet song while our teacher pointed at each letter that was taped to the wall above a chalk board with one of those long wooden rods with a rubber tip. It was a true “light-bulb” moment for me!  “Oh! Those things go together!”  It must have been an important moment as it is one of the few memories I still retain from kindergarten.  Another being when a classmate threw up all over the floor. 

It was was my key to unlocking a door.