A depressing book, if you think about it, but nevertheless, I grew up with it. My mom actually would sing me the little song almost every night. (I was reading before I even finished pre-school, a bit of a brainiac before I even knew what a brainiac was, so I was still pretty young.)
I wish I could remember the title but I can't... The first book I ever read on my own as a child without help was about a dragon who was friends with a unicorn but didn't have wings because he wasn't brave (and went on a journey to get his wings). Was a nice story for a child to read
I remember reading The Jungle Book, when my sister came up and asked "What are you doing? you don't know how to read." Which confused me, because I thought I was reading. But she was right in that I didn't understand what I was reading. I don't know what I first read with comprehension.
I read this book called Leo the Late Bloomer when I was in first grade. I'm sure there are books I've read before that, but that's the one that stood out most, probably because I never returned it to the school library and got in trouble. ><