Who do I see and what is happening? I am a shy and observant big-eyed girl, barely five years old and I have already begun to love letters and stories. Mrs. Quon is my teacher. She lives right next to the school. Paint easels and tables with primers with big black letters and pictures of children and their dog (that would be the famous Dick, Jane and Spot).
Amazingly, the memory of climbing into the jungle-gym with long threads of white coconut candy covered with hard sugar stays with me all these nearly 60 years. It was only one Chinese New Year in my life, that year as a kindergarten girl in the valley school. Joy is like that though. It lasts.
