I don’t remember learning to read, but I vividly remember my mom playing games with me: match word games, trace paper letter games. I remember writing on the lines - drawing a big 'A' and little 'a'. I remember sitting on the floor, making a fun mess with papers all around us. I remember the reddish-brown, leather, zip top briefcase - that overflowed with my papers. I remember the dark brown coffee table - where we stored everything away. I remember playing. But, I don't remember learning to read.