When Steven (my youngest son) was in first grade, some new homes were being built by the school. Almost every day we stopped to watch the work. One day a young man waved to me from the back of the lot and called out, "Hello, Mrs. Owens!" I began searching my memory for a clue as to who he might be. He came over to me, "You probably don't recognize me," he said, "but you told stories in my kindergarten class and I still remember them! They were good!" He had been in one of my older son's class sixteen years earlier!

One afternoon I went to the grocery store. A little boy with outstanding verbal skills was in front of me in the checkout line. He was talking about everything he saw or thought about. Then he spotted me. I listened as he told the checkout clerk-in detail-the story I had told earlier in the day to his kindergarten class!