It may never be completely known how much infants learn and retain; each one is different and lives in a different environment. Scientists cannot simply ask them about what they are learning and expect a legitimate response; they may receive a giggle, a few burps, or even some malodorous flatulence as answers from their subjects. As a result, they can only observe what infants do and how they grow, thus laying the foundation for the stages of growth in literacy, which I use in this memoir.
In discussing my preliterate stage, I am certainly not the best source because I have no recollection of this stage in my life. So, I query my parents about my infancy.
My dad shrugs his shoulders and says, “I don’t know, sweetheart. You were always smart for your age. I think your first word was Momma, or maybe Daddy; I can’t remember.” Obviously, my first word was nothing too exciting, especially since my two older siblings probably said it too.
My mother, beaming with pride and eyes glistening with joyful tears, recalls a few of my more resplendent moments: “You were such a beautiful baby, all the nurses said so. You never learned to crawl either; you always sat up and pulled yourself around on the floor with one leg—it was the funniest thing to watch. I wish we had a video recording of it. And then there was the time you ate…” I’ll stop her right there.
All in all, I was a “normal” baby. I do know that I had various hand-me-down toys that were designed to speed a child’s mental growth, and there are a few pictures to prove it.

My cousin, Jason, and I with toys (above)
Me with my Mickey Mouse Telephone (below)

I also had a glow-worm. Apparently, this glow-worm and I were inseparable. The technology behind the toy is, by today’s standards, unremarkable, but to an infant, it was magic—whenever I squeezed the glow-worm’s abdomen, its face would glow. Allow me to demonstrate:
My mom, me, and my glow-worm
Amazing! However, even in such a simple plaything, I was able to improve as a thinker because I began to associate a stimulus with something else. With the glow-worm, I would squeeze it, expecting it to glow. Through what I will call “association,” I began to navigate through my environment and actually to do things such as walking without bumping into hard things and speaking. For example, when I finally did say “Momma,” my mother would gasp excitedly and encourage me to repeat it. As I matured, my ability to speak matured. I began to speak in coherent sentences and to have conversations with other people, and so I transitioned to the next stage of literacy, Emergent Literacy.
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