I’ve always loved school.
I played school when I was too young to have been in a classroom-even a preschool one.
I couldn’t wait.
I can still see the orange shag carpet and the corner where I pulled my first loose tooth, way too early.
I remember playing Farmer in the Dell, and David Ellis (no relation) was the cheese.
I cried in Kindergarten because I knew my name didn’t have any ‘r’.
I was called Maggie, and had perfectly no idea my name was Margaret.
On the other side of that paper, where we wrote words-that-weren’t-our-names, ten times each,
We drew pictures of our Halloween masks that we brought to school that day.
My mother kept that crayon-on-manila paper drawing framed in her living room.
In one corner, you can see where Mrs. Marks’, black marker example of how to write my name bled through.
And so, a lifelong journey began.
I would study education.
Teach first, second, and third graders, and homeschool.
Who’d have thought, 40 years ago?
I’m doing it for Fall.