I have an early recollection of my first spelling lesson, probably at two years of age. It took place in our Sunday service, called Sacrament meeting, which at the time was held in the evening. Since it was close to my bedtime, my mother would offer me chewing gum to keep me awake. This treat would keep me happy for a period of time. When I had depleted my mother’s gum supply, she would lean over to her friend sitting nearby and spell out the request for—G-U-M—in a whisper. She spelled it so I wouldn’t be disappointed in case her supply was gone as well. I soon caught on to this tactic, and as soon as we were seated, I would make my request known in the only way I knew that word: “D-M.” I had caught the big picture, but the details eluded me.