From the moment I read in my first grade reader, See **** run, I couldn’t wait to turn the page to view the pictures and see what other sorts of things **** could do. But my bigger passion was art, so it was an easy task for me to draw and color big letters to make an alphabet book, which we were told we could take home to keep.
With the first letter, A, Sister Clara wrote on the chalkboard, A is for apple. In an effort to encourage us to pick appropriate colors she asked the class, What colors are apples? The class responded with red, yellow, green. Painstakingly coloring our A’s I was proud of myself for keeping within the lines, and based on Sister Clara’s beaming smile, just knew my A was the best A in the whole class.
Today, going through old boxes I take out that alphabet book and smile as I open it to the first page, the letter A jumping out at me in boldly colored sections of plaids, polka dots, and stripes. My face beams its own smile of approval at the pleasant discovery that even at the tender age of five, I was already a rebel before my time.