I remember being rather small, and very happily reading Richard Feynman's autobiographies. I should really ask Mama and FatherSir how old I was, because I was cheerfully reading about not only his childhood exploits, but his adult years of safecracking, pranking the US Army, womanizing, drinking, playing in bands in foreign countries, and figuring out what went wrong with the Challenger.

I was reading The Wheel on the School that year. swallowtayle had Group Lesson downstairs; I think she was late Book 1 or early Book 2 those years. We had chickens. It had to have been the 3rd or 4th grade, so I was eight or nine...

FatherSir had, you see, read aloud to us about some of the amazing things that Richard Feynman had done when he was a kid. I was delighted, and appropriated the book and read it, and then snagged the next book by him and read it too. I was very into biographies at that stage.