When our oldest was born, I quickly started him on a path toward the love of books.  Just weeks old, I would prop him up on my lap to recite Dr. Seuss’s, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.  We progressed to Good Night Moon where I would point out the kittens and the mittens to identify objects in the room.  By the age of two, he could “read” the Polar Express word for word.  Barney was never part of his repertoire; however, Brontosaurus and Brachiosaurs became part of his vocabulary early on.  As a proud parent, I highlighted his precociousness to family and friends.  He soared through his preschool absorbing the educational play time like a sponge. When he started kindergarten, he quickly became the teacher’s pet. In first grade he was one of two students in his class identified for the gifted program.   Dreams of a doctor, lawyer or engineer became part of our expectations for his future.  But our hopes vanished as he entered fourth grade, the turning point in his education.