I have only a few early childhood memories.
But near the beginning of my life, I had one indelible experience I’m glad I remember.
Before I could read, I looked at printed words on paper.
I was amazed by the black markings, and how they somehow conveyed both sound and meaning.
People could interact with these strange symbols.
People often got emotional over these unusual markings.
People could even make these things themselves.
They were small and powerful–and intricately fashioned.
I have loved words since that moment.
Maybe some things are innate.