Wow, you were six years old, were you? My father left within six minutes of planting the seed, never to grace my life again. (I'm not trying to one-up you, buddy.)
My mother taught me to read almost a year before I started preschool. As such, knowing how to read was a norm, or the norm. When I started kindergarten, I couldn't understand why there were kids who didn't know how to read, couldn't spell or write their own names, didn't know the alphabet, didn't know colors, didn't know the names of the days of the week, etc. When I started first grade, I couldn't understand why there were kids who struggled to read, or who didn't know certain words, had limited vocabularies. When I started AnswerBag and AnswerMug, I couldn't understand why there were adults who didn't know basic English grammar . . . oh, wait, I went a little too far there, didn't I?
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This post was edited by Randy D at April 21, 2018 4:21 PM MDT
Thank you, mon amie, but I cannot take credit where I don't deserve it: none of the photographs I post here are of me (for reasons of privacy). Instead, I find topic-appropriate images online to accompany my posts. Shhhhhhh.
I assumed that. Videos are a dime a dozen and can easily be scanned or ignored. But a photograph....it sits there speaking...not demanding anything. Silent. I love photography. Did you notice the aliens in the background of this one? Cool............
LOL That sounds like my first school years. My oldest sister taught me how to read and write and, as with you, I couldn't understand why others were so ignorant. I became an arrogant little s***.
I didn't see other children as being ignorant. In my limited view of the world at such a young age, it was just something I wondered about in silence. ~
At age 15 I was curios and imaginative at the time. So I wanted to know if you can wear unused plastic garbage, trash, bin bag/liners as clothing. So I tried it and have liked it ever since.
My score is between 6 and 8, depending on how strictly you define the word "often."
My father left before I could walk. My mother then tried to commit suicide and ended up in a mental institution. I had multiple abusive step-parents, one who threatened to kill me. Then my mother became and alcoholic etc etc. Obla dee obla dah!
There, you see, it's all your parent's fault. (Ha ha). I agree, the questions are pretty general but they (mostly public health researchers) do some very useful interpreting with the results.
1984. The year I grew up. Both parents hospitalised, leaving me responsible for two of my brothers (the four youngest siblings were farmed out to relatives). Later that year, my best friend was killed in a railway accident. I was fifteen.
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