TBT: Hooked on Phonics
When I was four, my mother thought I was some crazy reading prodigy. Turns out I just memorized the back cover that says the same thing on every copy of "Little Golden Books" when she would read me a new one every night. What. A. Fraud. I don't remember ever struggling to read as I got older, though learning how to spell my own name presented some problems that prevented me from going to recess on time in Kindergarten (shout out to Ms. McManaman for making me stick it out and