Maybe I had an advantage to other pupils, though at the time it did not seem to be an advantage at all. Two days before my first school day I broke a leg when running through the house and slipping on a piece of clothing. My mother was about to go washing in the cellar and was moving the dirty washing from the closet she kept it in into a basket. We did not have a washing machine back then; my parents bought their first washing machine four years later. So washing still had to be done by hand, and there was a washing trough in the cellar. Anyway, i slipped on a piece of clothing that had accidentally fallen to the floor and had a complicated leg fracture which required me to stay in hospital for six weeks with my leg high up in the air.
My parents bought me a so called "Pixibuch". These "Pixi books" were a series of books for kids by the Carlsen Verlag (Carlsen publishing house). They were quadratic (four by four inches) and had twenty-four pages with lots of pictures. The book they bought me was named "Der kleine Elefant" ("The Little Elephant"), and my parents read it to me several times while I was in the hospital.
Little kids have a phenomenal memory, and I quickly knew the story by heart, word for word. And so I taught myself reading with that book.
When I finally went to school the kids learned reading with cards which had words on them, on one side in handwriting, on the other side in print. The kids in my class learned handwriting first though, and they had not started reading print yet. Handwriting was a book with seven seals for me though, so I flipped the cards over. When my teacher realized that he asked what I was doing, and I answered "I can't read it else", which surprised him of course. He did not believe me at first and challenged me to read print, which I of course managed to do perfectly. I then told him how I had taught myself reading
The teacher recommended my parents to buy books which were in handwriting for me, and they bought two of them. One was named "Der kleine Bill" ("Little Bill"); I have forgotten the name of the other. And that's how I learned to read handwriting.
I mention this because my parents read that little Pixi book to me with a lot of accentuation (my mother is an excellent reader and actually won a prize for her reading when she was in school, and my father is a natural actor,though he never acted professionally; he just did one man shows for friends and family in which he recited self-written verse in costume in a comical way). So it seemed natural for me to read that way too. And that was the kind of advantage I had from the disadvantage of missing the first six weeks in school.