When I was a child, about three or four, I had a speech impedement so my mother took me to speech therapy once a week for two months or so. My therapist told my mother that although I could not speak properly, and that would most likely go away, I had the largest vocabulary of any child she had met before. Then, when I entered school the speech impedement had left but by the first grade I was reading at a third grade level, and in the third grade I was reading large chapter books. This was when I knew I had a love for reading and learning. My mother loves to brag about how my teachers wanted me to skip grades and how I could have graduated by the age of sixteen if she had not been worried about my social development. I am now in my second