I was recalling my earliest memories and stumbled upon something. The first clear memory I have coincides with the first time I had to make the choice. It includes me and my mother, and we went to quante single story building. Inside I was greated like I belonged there even though I knew not where I was. The only validating feature of the situation was my mother. A very nice lady seats me and my mother at a table and continues to instruct us on how to draw a parrot. We drew a pretty spectacular parrot and then my mother got up to go to the bathroom. I continued to work on the parrot, and then wondered where my mother could be. She didn’t come back. As you might have guessed, this was my intoduction to the institution of education.
I had a choice. I could have ripped up the parrot and stormed out of the door, but I decided to transfer my trust from my mother to the replacement with only a small internal struggle. It’s the day I conformed.