Originally Posted by
VaughnP
Real talk, I never had to be taught how to read either. I have been able to for as long as I have been sentient.
I've tried to figure out how this came about, and I can remember being maybe 3 and halfish, realizing that I knew the names on product labels. So basically, without going into it too much, corporations and advertising firms taught me how to read through deductive reasoning and the use of whatever weird disorder it is that I have with my memory. I think in pictures, and I have learned that this is very abnormal, or at least the way I do it is. But I've never met anyone with half the overall recall ability I have in person. I think there may be a few people on this site that are afflicted with something similar, and that's part of the reason I ended up here after all these years.
End drunken rant.
Same here. I have always been not only able to read but also COMPREHEND at an advanced level my entire life.
In third grade I read at an eight grade level and by fifth grade I proof-read my mothers college papers (as well as most of her friends) for cash (she graduated from UCSC as an English major). You'd be amazed what a little cold hard cash can do for an undeveloped talent such as ours.
With regard to imagine, how far back can you go Vaugn? Let's not presume you can create a working frame by frame memory of a specific time period, anything blotchy will work.
6.8.86 I was baptized and can remember distinctly the cold darkness of the room, the dark brown stained coffered ceiling, I remember my priest holding me underwater and strangely enough, I remember that being underwater did not scare me or feel threatening in the least. I can also make out my dad, with some goofy floppy comb over that would make gamble proud, shirt is white with a blue blazer, brown belt, black are those slacks or jeans I'm not sure...God my dad had absolutely no fashion sense...Mom isn't there...I can't see her but she was there, hence why I felt safe enough despite being held underwater for who knows how long...So that's it, 6-8-86 is as far back as my imaging memory goes Vaugn.
Also of the time period (1986- but no dates) I remember:
What ants taste like (bitter/sour- a girl dared me to eat a few, and you know how impossible it is to turn down a dare from a cute girl, evil creatures that they are)
What a RUSH feels like (I had been called to the principals office one day and found, right beside his door, a STACK of garbage pail kids cards- my mother having just destroyed my entire collection, this was like finding gold- no, better than gold!)
What the hot sting of ANGER feels like ( A horrible person named Juanita was responsible for looking after us kids at the luthern school-Ressurection Luthern actually-and so every day we were forced to "nap" for an hour- this of course meant for a solid hour we kids would wink at each other until Juanita became smart to it and walked around PINCHING us repeatedly until we "slept"- evil old hag, I eventually had her fired for her transgressions against humanity-anyway I remember the hot feeling that came over me the first and last time she pinched me and she was marked from that moment on)
What SATISFACTION feels like (when I learned Juanita had been FIRED on account of my testimony)
and also what FUN feels like (train-ride at Knotts berry farm for my 6th birthday is still unrivaled to this day for pure elation)
And of course- what FEAR feels like (fucking bulllshit pony ride from HELL is what that was- "Oh don't worry J, the pony won't hurt you! Watch IF WE GO
FASTER, IT'S MORE FUN!!!!!) yeah thanks for that mom...
I clearly remember all of those things with little effort some 25-26 years later.
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