For as long as I can remember, I’ve always looked forward to the next stage of life.
It all began when I was three years old. We lived next door to our country schoolhouse, so I
played with the other “kids” during their breaks. But when the bell rang, everybody went into the
schoolhouse except me. And, sadly, I had to trudge home by myself.
As a result, I couldn’t wait for first grade. That was just the beginning of my looking ahead to what came next.