I walk by these interesting street signs nearly every day.
I always scratch my head in wonder as to why the top one is backward.
It is a constant reminder of one of the first embarrassments I had in life.
As a toddler I had a great zest for learning. Gaining knowledge was thrilling.
My grandfather took it upon himself to teach me the alphabet.
We practiced constantly and I labored on it with a consumed passion.
It was dogged preparation for kindergarten.
Finally the first day of school arrived and I planted myself in the front row.
Confidently ahead of the curve.
Grandmotherly Mrs. Breeze asked, "Does anyone know the alphabet?"
I promptly flung my hand in the air eager to impress.
She called upon me, "Please stand and face the class and recite it for us."
Center stage was all mine as I began, "Z... Y... X... V..."
Mrs. Breeze stopped me, "Hmmm, are you joking?"
My face began hotting-up to a deep shade of red. I was confused, "No."
Mrs. Breeze continued, "I'm afraid someone has played a cruel joke on you."
It was a curious and unfortunate blow to my boyish enthusiasm.
And it took me quite a long time to re-learn the alphabet correctly.
It forever altered my relationship with my rehtafdnarg.