When I was very young, I read everything I could get my grubby little hands on -- children's books which were readily available, classics like Treasure Island and The Three Musketeers which arrived in the mail every few months as part of a set, the handful of historical novels on my parents' bookshelves, cereal boxes, comic books, lists of ingredients on the back of shampoo bottles ... if it stood still long enough, I read it.
And yet seeing some of the wonderful fantasies that the rest of you mention I feel somewhat cheated. So many of these books (YA and otherwise) weren't even written yet, or at least were not known about or readily available in the US, when I was a child.
This is very unfair. I would like to register a protest, but I don't know where or who to blame. Suppose I will have to be content with raging at the Fates.