This story is so funny to me. It just goes to show how much of a culture difference there is.

When I was 5 in kindergarten, I was being taught to read. I loved it. My parents weren’t aware of this. One day I was sitting on my dad’s shoulders as we walked to a parade and reading out the street names as we passed. That’s how they found out I was reading. They gave me a book of my cousin to test it, yup, I was reading.

They completely freaked out and pulled me out of that school. See, in our system kids are ‘supposed’ to learn to read after they turn 6. I was ‘supposed’ to be a child and play, focusing on social skills. They were convinced that me reading at 5 was robbing me of some of my wild and free childhood.

It didn’t work though, I was forever turned into a book worm. (I’m joking, I’m sure school had very little to do with that)