“Dinner time!” Momma’s voice echoed down the hallway. I sighed. I didn’t want to leave. I was having too much fun. I was a teacher, giving my first reading lesson. My students were amazingly perfect. They shared incredibly well. The one piece of paper and pencil was passed with my help from student to student. They waited patiently, too. Listening skills were optimal. Silently they looked on, fully attentive as I outlined their tasks. Amazingly, my students never made a mistake, or at least one that I caught. They did everything exactly as I asked.
“Dorie, dinner is ready!” I heard her call again. Time to go. Climbing over the circle of stuffed animals, I descended the ladder from my top bunk and made my way to the kitchen.
“What were you doing?” she asked.
“Playing school,” I answered, and quickly added, “Maybe I’ll be a teacher when I grow up.”
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