I remember absolutely dying for that last day of school and waiting for the first day of summer vacation and wanting it more than anything else. I remember being bored out of my mind at the end of the summer and dying for the school to start. Oh, the extremes on the either side of the summer vacation. I never had any summer camps. My mom was my teacher/camp counselor. She taught me to make tea - indian style - when I was 8. She taught me to embroider when I was 12, she taught me to make goat kababs when I was 12. She taught me to crochet - I forget when. We used to play card games, board games, hand clapping games. There wasn't much on TV (man I sound ancient :) And we read a lot - a whole lot. I remember laying around and watching the fan whirl and thinking, just thinking for hours, because it was too hot to go outside and there was absolutely nothing else to do. At that point even the idea of going to school and doing homework sounded inviting. Fast forward a lot of years. Now m...
It is never too late to be what you might have been.