Raising Future Adults

When I started kindergarten, I could already read. I had basically badgered my older sister into reading me some book five bajillion times until something sank in. Now, I don't even remember this incident, nor the book in question. It was some Lassie book, I think. I remember reading Tweety books to my mother as she ironed, but I don't remember this book. However, when she was in her thirties, my sister could still quote large passages of this book in retelling me the anecdote about how I harassed her into teaching me to read when I was about four years old. So, from the start of school, I was already ahead of the curve of most my classmates. The difference between me and them only seemed to get larger as I got older. I was one of the top three students of my graduating high school class. I took Algebra in 8th grade and I had a bunch of other classes in high school that were the equivalent of college level classes. Not one-for-one, mind you. An entire year of high school g...