The Spirals

In kindergarten, when I was 6 years old, I constantly and very consistently drew one and only one picture with my crayons. I drew a plateau; brown on the face of the geologic formation and grass, above on the top. A beautiful lady stood atop the plateau, looking off into the distance to something we couldn't see. Her arms were spirals.

My teacher stopped by my desk one day and commented on yet another of my drawings, commenting that it possessed the same elements of all those she observed previously. She said to me one day, "Kimmie, what's this drawing about?" I looked up and answered, "It's Utah." She asked me, "What's in Utah?" I replied, "The lady."