couldn’t spell when I was a little kid, I couldn’t spell.So my parents were all concerned so they went down to the uh toy store.They bought me a little red box called Speak… n’ spell.You remember that? Speak n’ spell?They shouldn’t have called it speak and spell.What they should’ve called it was Speak… Like the Devil!Remember the voice A-E-I-O-U. What was that? A-B-C-D-*punch, scream* That thing was evil. L-M-N-.That thing would wake me in the middle of the night like 2 in the morning…Play with me! Get up, I wanna spell right now! I’m 8 years old.I spell great. I talk like a freak.I’m like…Mom, something is wrong! Something is W-R-O-N-G, wrong.