the most important day I remember in all my life is the one on ehich my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of march,1887,three months before I was seven years old.The morning after my teacher came,she led me into her
room and gave me a doll.When I had played with it a little while,Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l."I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to immitate it.