When I was 9 months old my mother was taking me out in my pram.A neighbour stopped and asked her something.When I replied the poor woman nearly fainted
At last a after many years I have discovered why my brothers hated me.My mother was teaching mt older brothers to read [4 and 5 years old] I know!!
When they were slow she would point to me sitting by the fire reading a Rubert Book.I was only three.
But talking too early is not a good thing.It means youw ere not a baby for long enough
Anyway when I was five I decided the school was boring.I asked what a University was and liked the sound of it.So I asked to go there instead
What a disappointment I had to spend 13 more years in school where we spent Friday afternoon cleaning ink wells and polishing our desks
Do you think any school now could let chidlren spend two hours polishing the furniture?We loved it
In my last year at the primary school I was allowed to spend all afternoon reading…I loved that
In the morning the teacher gave me arithmetic booklets with problems in which I worked through at the ba ck of the room
Then I passed the 11 plus and had to spend 5 years in a grammar school being taught the stuff that I’d done in 1 year
Schools are prisonsi
At least I know what compound interest is
How my heart sings 
Good one, Katherine! I hated school. Being female and a child of the 1950s, during my childhood and youth people would ask me if I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up. I was disgusted by the very idea! I’d like to think teachers in the 2010s have more interesting ways of teaching than most of the ones I had way back in the Dark Ages.
I was the object of hate or maybe Freud would say I hated them.Maybe both.I was a bit bold in pointing out their errors and helping my classmates solve algebra problems which annoyed the teacher very much.I bet now she’d be glad