My own Butterfly experiences

In class today, Sexson read a passage from Speak Memory, and it got me thinking about my past experiences with Butterflies. As a small creature, if thats what you call a butterfly, i have never really thought much about them since i was very little. My first memory of butterflies, is one that makes me laugh a little now. I hadnt thought of it in so long, i guess because i dont see butterflies that often, and really i cant remember the last time i actually saw one. But, back to my memory, i had to of been about 3 and i was in a daycare program in Helena. I remember always painting and drawing and dancing, so i am guessing it was a kind of art program. One day, and i remember it as if it was yesterday, i painted a butterfly. when my grandmother came to pick me up that day, i showed her and i was extremely proud of my painting. when she took the painting from me i remember her just staring at it and then telling me it was beautiful. to this day, she still has it framed in her house.
My next vivid memory of a butterfly, is one that ironically enough is also with my grandmother. i remember sitting in the big white kitchen she had, at an old and quite enormous butcher block, right in the center of the room. i was coloring and as she asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up i said to her, a butterfly.