This is a repost from two years ago.
From Van Horne to Iona to Royal Vale, we schlepped to find a school that would admit a four-year-old.
Ever since I’d taught my next-door neighbour to read – we were both four years old – I was obsessed with the idea of going to school. If my big brother could go, why couldn’t I?
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