As we went past the schoolhouse on the right, I could hear the voices of the children inside chanting their lessons. The sound of the youthful recitations made me sigh again. Only very young children went to school in the summertime, as we older children were needed to work on the farms. Now I worried that I was nearly too old to attend a village school in the winter.
I liked everything about school, right down to the sound of the pencils scritching on our slate tablets. Most of all, however, I loved hearing the teacher read stories and fairy tales to us aloud.
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