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Also, as far as how to get those skills, part of it is just being born with it. Both me and my dad are hyperlexic.
We taught ourselves to read.
My first words were "M-I-L-K, that spells milk", which shocked the hell out of my mom because apparently we were driving around in a car and I saw the billboard and it clicked in my head.
I was like nine months to a year old.
The rest of it is just boredom. I was offered to skip grades multiple times, but my mom didn't want to embarrass my older half-brother by having me be in the same grade or ahead of his grade, so I got held in place, and I still managed to graduate a year ahead of my class.
With all of the extra free time for my mind to ramble, I read and consumed information and I was like, I'm going to do something great and I need to know everything I possibly can know in order to accomplish this greatness.
Unfortunately...
Being horrendously abused by the people that are supposed to be nurturing and caring for you makes it incredibly difficult to reach out and achieve greatness when the opportunity is in front of you.