It happened when I was three years old. I was standing beneath my parents' bookshelf, staring up and marvelling at the wondrous thick books above which were yet out of my reach. At this moment, a nefarious mouse in the pay of Peter Jackson gnawed through the shelf, which collapsed on me. A huge single-volume LotR book smacked my head. I do not know how it was possible, but at that moment, all the information from the book somehow fell into my head, and I immediately knew the entire book by heart.
I believe it was a miracle orchestrated by Higher Beings, and it was the first step on my road to becoming a Prophet of Tolkien.