
Remember the good old days when summer meant having unlimited free time to create adventures in the back yard? I grew up thinking a sunburn was normal, peanut butter sandwiches were best eaten after digging earthworms (for an earthworm circus) and never having heard the term stranger danger.
Even as a youngster I was aware that summer was passing too fast, that school was just around the corner and my life, as it was meant to be lived, would end with that first bell.
If I had my way I’d keep all my children home until they were at least 12 years old and just let them be kids.
Creativity and imagination, the kind born at the edge of a mud puddle, dies quickly in the school classroom.
How does one mourn that?
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August 20th, 2008 at 7:47 am
You can say that again. With all the tests tests test and more testing….