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I Was The Mother Of Jesus: At least for 40 minutes or so
I Was The Mother Of Jesus: At least for 40 minutes or so
I was 4 years old when I started full-time primary school and I was way above average for my age. You see I had studied with Mrs Cooper, a retired primary school teacher before that, from about 18 months/2 years old.
At Mrs Cooper’s you didn’t do finger painting, playing in the sandpit or any of the usual nursery school stuff. At Mrs Cooper’s, you learned to read, write and studied maths. I could read a full-sized novel at the age of 4, I could write better than most children that were several years older than myself. I knew my times tables up to the 4 times table.
The thing is, I loved Mrs Cooper. I didn’t bemoan learning this stuff. We had apples, cookies and milk sitting under the big oak tree in her garden at break time. It was a full day with her, but it was far better than being at home. I wanted to be anywhere except home from the earliest age I can remember.
But the time came to leave Mrs Cooper and go to school with all the other kids. To go to school with kids that were still learning the alphabet. To say I was confused would be an understatement. Surely everyone could read and write by now? But they couldn’t.
