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Don’t Tell Me Your Bored…Don’t Tell Me You Can’t
Time with Nonna was always a treat to me, spending time with her brought me so much joy, and the majority of my most profound memories took place with her. She’d come to see us in our homes from time to time, but much of the magic seemed to take place with her.
Nonna taught me to read when I was three, I’d devour Dr Seuss, and be hungry for more.
But there was one thing Nonna didn’t allow, that was for us to tell her we were bored, and honestly there was no reason to be bored, because there were always books, and there were Book sales and fairs, and every-time we went Nonna would let me fill a paper grocery bag full of books, she introduced me to so many writers, and by the time I was in third grade, my reading was at a tenth grade level, and my comprehension was at a seventh grade level. Not bad for a child who at six was diagnosed as having Dyslexia, but Nonna was not one to let labels limit us, she had rules of course, but the two that stick with me to this day, is don’t tell me you’re bored, and don’t tell me you can’t.
We were allowed to watch a limited amount of T.V, as a little girl that meant, Punky Brewster, Small Wonder, and Golden Girls, because that was our bonding time with Nonna, and Reading Rainbow was both allowed and encouraged.
