The sun rose bright over the green hill.

It reflected off the top of the silo and sent golden spears of light into Tony's bedroom window and across his bed. Tony stirred in his sleep.

The aromas of a country breakfast of flannel pancakes and sausage turned his mind from sleep images of driving his father's tractor and running across plowed fields with his dog Charlie.

Tony dressed himself.

First he took a shirt from drawer number one, then pants and socks from drawer number two.

Tony was four years old. He could do everything for himself like a big person.

Well, almost everything. Mom had to help Tony put on his sneakers and tie the shoe laces.