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Life is Learning; Learning is Life

My goal is to unlearn what 13 years of public school has taught me. Learning does not take place at set aside time periods for predetermined subjects. I seem to, so often, slip back into this thinking.

This summer we will learn how to play chess. I will teach my son to sew a button (because he asked me to). We will review times tables and we will play base ball. We will swim. We will read. They will read to me. I will read to them. We will eat ice cream...and make ice cream. We will swim. We will read the bible: the actual bible this time instead of a children's devotional. We will memorize verse and play lot of games. We will swim.


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