No Longer Under House Arrest day 153

There is that crispness to the air, that little undercurrent of chill that says, Autumn. I've always loved it, natures paintbox explodes with the golds, and reds and russets. Cosy weather, curl up with a good book weather. You still get that promise of a good day now and then, but the heat is quite so fierce and the sun gets a little more liquid and diffused.

Even when I was a kid and Autumn meant going back to school, which meant going back to the bullies and all that entailed, I would love that walk in a morning, especially if it was foggy, as it often was then before coal fires were replaced with central heating, would spark my imagination and I would fill notebooks with awful stories of night creatures roaming around in the day because of the fog... When I was older and would bunk off school after the register and first classes, I would head to the cemetery and draw, write and read. I probably learned more there than I ever did in class. History came from the headstones and talking to the workmen digging the graves, maths came from working out the ages people died, and art came from the carving of the stones, ( however, if it was art at school I would hang around!). You know it took them ages to find out that I would vanish for certain lessons and to be honest, they didn't much care. I passed what exams I had to and that's all that mattered. So if you have a older kid that skips school, don't always think they are going to be  uneducated, they might be doing a me!