{"version": "1.0", "type": "rich", "title": "I apparently taught myself to read back before my memory extends - my mom tells the story of me being maybe 2 or 3, in her cart...", "author_name": "kontextmaschine", "author_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "provider_name": "kontextmaschine", "provider_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "url": "https://kontextmaschine.com/post/94866151293/", "html": "<p>I apparently taught myself to read back before my memory extends - my mom tells the story of me being maybe 2 or 3, in her cart at the supermarket, and pointing to the shelf and being all<br/><br/>::toddler voice:: \u201cRice-A-Roni!\u201d<br/><br/>and she just thought I recognized the look of the box from commercials and was all<br/><br/>::bourgeois child-enrichment happy-happy voice:: \u201cThat\u2019s right\u201d (trolley bell-pulling motion) \u201cding-ding!\u201d<br/><br/>and then I was like<br/><br/>\u201cnew flavor!\u201d<br/><br/>and she was like<br/><br/>\u201cwait, what?\u201d<br/><br/>(pointing at the box) \u201cnew flavor!\u201d<br/><br/>and damned if the box didn\u2019t say that, and then she got kind of freaked out and pointed to another product and asked if I knew what it said, and I got it right, and she was like *holy shit*<br/><br/>She had originally planned to have 3 kids or so but gave up on going for more because I was such a drain to deal with on my own - like, unless someone kept me in direct eyesight or literally locked me in a room without first-story windows, I would tend to figure out and defeat any confinement mechanisms and head off exploring.</p>"}