My brother, the 5th of 6 kids, was the only one of us that wasn't reading before 1st grade (no pre-school attendance). But when he was two, he took apart the toaster and put it back together again, correctly, because he was curious. When he was 5 my grandfather took him out to the garage with him to work on the cars. We have all known all along that he was the most profoundly gifted (we didn't use those words back then) of us all. I think he was too busy figuring out the world to be interested in reading. I was a lit major and we still have great discussions about great books, so he is a lifelong reader, he just didn't do it when he was 5.
