Third Grade

 I had a wonderful teacher named Mr. Murphy. He was such a nice guy. I remember calling him mom one time and he said yes, with no reaction to my mistake. I wish everyone would disregard slips of the tongue like that. It was because of Mr. Murphy that I was given speech therapy. I learned to say my R’s. The Rickety Rackety Wagon Raced Down the Railroad Tracks. I would repeat that over and over again. I would get skittles if I said it right.

My brother used to tease me about my stuffed pig named snort snort. He was insistent on calling it Snot Snot. That infuriated me but instead of saying “It’s not snot snot its snort snort.” It came out like “S’not snot snot is snot snot.”

Fortunately I can not only pronounce the snot and snort; I can say Lara instead of Lora. As someone told me, it’s like larva but without the v. Sometimes now if I word has one r or a w, I mess up and say winder instead of window, or railwoad instead of railroad but overall I have retained regular speech and it has been a blessing in my life. Just about everything in my life has been a blessing.

Point being that it turns out R is a pretty important letter. Thank you Mr Murphy!