Interesting, ol'ster...

For me, it was my 3rd grade teacher, Miss Dial... I am also lexdexic (BTW, ain't no "was" about the stuff) and couldn't read a lick in the 3rd Grade but I could draw better than anyone and told a mighty fine lie (as in stories)... So Miss Dial took me under her wing and got me half reading... I'm still working on the second half...

I do remember when I was like 14 and a bunch of us were back in the woods with some firecrackers... Well, little did I know but we were technically on Miss Dial's property and she came back there and worked us over purdy good... And, yeah, she knew exactly that it was me and called me by name and told me to come outta the woods or she'd come in there and drag me out... So I come outta them woods and she sat me down and give me a good workin' over... That was right embarrassing 'cause she didn't mess with any of my friends who kinda made their way out of the woods without no workin' over...

B:~(