I was adopted by a military career family: my mom was a Pentagon secretary and my dad was a major in the Air Force then. My mom taught me to read when I was two. One of the poems she taught me I still remember. "One Misty moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I met an old man, Clothed all in leather. He began to compliment and I began to grin; How do you do, and How do you do, And How do you do again."