Dreams Really Do Come True

One of my earliest memories is of playing in the tub, throwing letters out at my grandma for her to reorder in her mind and tell me if I had spelled a word. I loved that game as a three-year-old and was thrilled when one of my combinations turned out to be something. I vaguely remember trying to play it with her again, but she told me, “No, now you have to know how the letters can go together. I’ll show you.” And then flashes in one last memory. I’m coloring pictures to pages of a book I’ve dictated to my grandma. I think it might have been about a bunny because I also remember that I learned how to draw a bunny in preschool. All very vague.