My kids are going nuts upstairs and I'm letting them play. When I got up this morning I noticed it was much cooler and some of the leaves had started to turn. It is only August!!!
When I was young, August was hot, so was September. I remember sitting in class in September with the sun burning through the big glass windows straight onto my poor tortured body. Actually I loved school. Really loved it. I wonder how I would have got on if somebody--just one person during my whole education--had actually noticed I was as blind as a bat and couldn't read the blackboard from where I sat near the back of the class. There was no way I was volunteering that info and ending up with National Health style specs. No way I could have coped with that emotionally aged 11. So instead I would copy the notes of whoever sat beside me. I also have this problem where I can't see a word when somebody spells it out. People are always spelling words out, but unless I mentally write them down inside my head it is nothing but gibberish.
So imagine what I could have achieved if things had been different and someone had noticed I struggled with the odd thing...but maybe I wouldn't have had so much fun :)