Growing up, phonics was a big deal. We had phonics workbooks and I remember the first one being this tangerine orange. I particularly enjoyed phonics the best before I met my art class, but that is another story. I enjoyed sounding out vowels and consonants to get to the end of the word. Phonics helped my 2nd grade spelling bee winning title. I had a love/hate relationship with short and long vowel sounds. Why do you look so deceiving? The thought of the sound of my own name changing if I emitted one lousy letter was pretty neat (Richelle, Richell). Honestly, I am not making this up. Tiny human me thought vowels were pretty super because they controlled the way the word would sound. I’d write the word and then cover up a vowel or consonant and see the word lose its aura. Then, I’d uncover the word, and the aura would comeback.
Stay super, phonics!
