Somewhere between 2-3.
I'm the youngest of 3 kids, my brother had trouble with spelling, so my parents bought him Hooked on Phonics records -- now you can guess how old I am, no home computers or CD at that time

. He hated them, I loved them and listened to them all the time. Also, my grandmother kept me while my mom and dad worked. She was very religious and I sat on her lap for hours while she read from her large print Bible; she used my finger to follow the words, both to help her and to keep my attention.
Between the two, I learned to read. My mom said I used to pretend to read all the time, and then one day while she was cleaning, I was "reading" a Dr Seusee book to her (I thought it was helpful to entertain her while she cleaned

) and she suddenly realized I really was reading.