First grade.
Walking out the side gate of our backyard in Surabaya, I turned right, and headed down the driveway to Aunt Wilma’s house. My Dick and Jane book clutched to my chest.
After climbing her front steps, I knocked on the screen door. I could hear the ceiling fan turning. Her dog, Si Nakal, gave a soft bark.
Aunt Wilma opened the door and welcomed me in with a smile.
I eagerly showed her my book. Then we sat on the couch and I read it aloud.
