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First book

Chance said:
Peter Pan was always my favorite, and it seems I’m still a lost boy and still live in never land...

Maybe its because reality sucks most the time. : )

Grams also read me Robin Hood... Pooh, Giant John, Jungle book and others...
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You know, I'm not convinced you can read.
I think what you've written so far has just been a strange coincidence that it made sense and was topic related.
The epitome of chance,perhaps.
 
Fridgemagnetman said:
Aesop's fables when it first came out maybe?
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Could very well be I just can't remember back that far. I know that I was an avid reader from a young age and my parents greatly encouraged it. On rare occasions, my mom even let me stay home from school if I had been up all night reading a good book and wanted to finish it (like one of those huge Russian classics).

I'm amazed at how many here recall so clearly a favorite book at such a young age. The Black Stallion series was a huge favorite of mine but not until I was older.
 
I'm not sure if it was my first book, but I got Now We Are Six by A.A. Milne for my 6th birthday. I loved it so much I knew every poem by heart. Years later my partner at the time bought me a brand new copy which I still have.
 
Fitzo said:
...Years later my partner at the time bought me a brand new copy which I still have.
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The first book I remember hearing was read out by my nursery school teacher.

Adventures of the little wooden horse by Ursula Moray Williams

I sat cross Legged and listened to every word read out whilst tying and untying my shoe laces, just before home time.

I had my own copy at five :)
Approximately 15 years ago my husband got me this,
(To replace my well worn copy)

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I don't remember what it was called but it was something about a dragon and a silver spoon.
 
Homebrand said:
I don't remember what it was called but it was something about a dragon and a silver spoon.
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Was it Puff, err, I mean Snuff the Magic Dragon? Uh, well, that was a song. :D
Wish I knew what it was seriously.

@Chance or anyone else that liked Pooh...New movie out called Christopher Robin, we should see.
 
First book I read when I could read was probably George's Marvellous Medicine by Roald Dahl.

Or it could've been HG Wells' War of the Worlds, I can't remember which one.
 
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Yes, PEOPLE, by Peter Spier. I was 5 years old, I still love it and have it.
I think it set me in the path of having an international life.
 
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Fridgemagnetman said: ↑
Aesop's fables when it first came out maybe?
LucyPurrs said:
Could very well be I just can't remember back that far. I know that I was an avid reader from a young age and my parents greatly encouraged it. On rare occasions, my mom even let me stay home from school if I had been up all night reading a good book and wanted to finish it (like one of those huge Russian classics).

I'm amazed at how many here recall so clearly a favorite book at such a young age. The Black Stallion series was a huge favorite of mine but not until I was older.
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@Fridgemagnetman was kidding ... :) Aesop's Fables - Wikipedia
 
Fridgemagnetman said:
You know, I'm not convinced you can read.
I think what you've written so far has just been a strange coincidence that it made sense and was topic related.
The epitome of chance,perhaps.
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No, no, I can read (at least for a few minutes without getting totally distracted), BUT... I also take the words and turn them into pictures. Those "word pictures" may make a very different story in my head, (that no one else can begin to understand). So, its often a fraction of a fiction, turned inside out, upside down, and then it makes perfect sense to me...

Apparently, I also do the same thing with what others call "reality", so... maybe that explains why my life is often such a mess.

People see all these "concrete" boundaries in "reality". I see stepping stones to get me to some other place.
Right now Neverland sounds like a real good place to go...

I'm just an ASD version of a so called "lost boy", maybe its better that way... I truly don't want to be like the toxic monsters that are all around me. : )
 
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