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Was in conversation with parental unit and sibling unit over an evening meal last night.

Turns out ickle me was absolutely mad-keen fer books from before I can remember.

Insisted on being read to, then insisted on reading something big enough to turn the pages of, and was particularly keen on reading in bed (still am). Not as sociable as the average, but reading from books from an early age.

(Ahem. Somewhere I still have a couple of children's exercise books wherein I was attempting to write the illustrated adventures of my then collection of teddy bears and their friends. Sort of as though Christopher Robin had attempted to take over from A.A. in writing the adventures of Pooh et al. I was in primary school at the time.)

One likely conclusion: I are orfuh. It woz destinee.