Who has Most impacted my Literacy?

Like most people, I was born into this world with a perfect sculpted body and a medical degree from Harvard, so I had no issues learning how to read. Yeah, right. Not only is this statment completely false, but seventeen years later, my body sure as hell isn't sculpted, and I've got about as much chance as getting a medical degree from Harvard as my cat does(although, come to think of it, she spends most of her time sleeping on top of a copy of Grey's Anatomy, so she's probably better off). So the question is, how did one ten-pound squaling infant wih orange skin (long story) get here, to writing this blog?

In the immortal words of Riley Pool from National Treasure: "The aliens helped them."

In this case, the aliens were my parents. My mom had a very liberal attitude towards books, but she also believed in learning by experience. So after reading to me at night, when I'd beg for another story, she'd say, tommorrow night. So she'd get up, and leave the book next to my bed along with a flashlight. And being the bright young toddler that I was, I took advantage of the situation and taught myself how to read.

Now there was only issue with this. Once I learned how to read, I devoured my books. There wasn't a picture or story book that was safe from my voraciuos appetite for books. So, in an event similar to he library of Alexandria burning, I ran out of books to read.
This is where alien #2 came in, aka, my dad. My dad would read me Yeats poems at night until I could recite them by heart.
 And this is how the aliens helped me learn how to read.