Many incidents of those early years are fixed in my memory, isolated but clear and distinct, making sense of that silent, aimless, day less life all the more intense.
on her father: I remember his caressing touch as he led me from tree to tree, from vine to vine and his eager delight in whatever pleased me.
Indeed, my friends and relatives sometimes doubted whether I could be taught.
Curiously enough, the absence of eyes struck me more than all the other defects put together.
"Knowledge is love and light and vision."
The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher Anne Mansfield Sullivan came to me.
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