Recently, my friends shared some kindergarten reminicences on Facebook.
"I was annoyed because there were no books to read and girls had to play in the toy kitchen."
I must have taught myself to read. I can't even remember not being able to read. I have vivid memories of looking at the kindergarten book rack and being disappointed because there were no books with real words in them. In my spare time I read everything I could.
And I excavated in our unused carport. There was some brownish sand on top but underneath was a beautiful white layer. I carefully scraped out the white layer, mixed in some water, and made beautiful cement highways.