My heart sank. School was going to be harder than I thought. Twenty six letters.
And then, after learning all twenty-six letters, we read Dick and Jane. They fell down a hill.
The plot was a little slow. It didn't get better.
This was not the exciting story of the little skunk that I remembered telling my mother and she wrote down for me.
I don't remember what happened to the little skunk. But it, and the twenty-six letters, plus Beezus and Ramona, Trixie Beldon and Harlequin Romances, became a part of my world.