And much like the despairity of the woman who can never bear children, my dreams can never bear fruit. They are the mountains I can never climb.
The hurdles I can never leap.
The seas I can never cross.
The skies I can never look up to.
Yet, I adopt them.
Unblemished.
Guilt-free.
It would be better to have no school at all than the schools we now have. Encouraged, instead of frightened, children could learn several languages before reaching age of four, at that age engaging in the invention of their own languages. Play'd be play instead of being, as now, release of repressed anger.
So I ask you: whose job is it in this country to wake up comatose parents? Someone better do it soon because knowing television's potential for harm and keeping that knowledge to ourselves instead of sharing it with parents amounts to covering up a land mine on a busy street.
No skill is more crucial to the future of a child than literacy.