The October that I was eight I drew a nice, circular pumpkin for an art project in second grade. I only remember a bit else about that year – monkeybars, a burgeoning romance with baseball, some arithmetic. I don’t even remember the pumpkin, really. I just remember the compliment from my teacher. That was 38 years ago.
If you’ve got kids in your life, find a way to compliment them. You might be surprised at how long it lasts.
The Misorganized Mind 