You don’t get me – that’s okay
As a young child, life was fascinating. I remember the urgency to know more. Mom said I was reading the newspaper at age five. Libraries were glorious places. I remember how I felt as I entered the large doors. What shall I explore today? I got lost in books. They led me to other places. I could go anywhere. Be anyone.
First grade wasn’t challenging enough. “Dick and Jane” were the reading books. My parents requested a meeting with my teacher. They offered to bump me to third grade. However, my parents resisted because they felt I wouldn’t be accepted by children two years older. Plus, I was a tiny thing…