My Mom was a teacher. We were living in a little town, and she was teaching maths in a small school on the outskirts. All the teachers were my aunts and uncles, and I had unlimited access to chalk, boards, and classrooms. In short: I was living the dream.
When I was about 5–6 years old, the school organised some sort of event for kids: a bonfire, music, dances. All the teachers were there, and so was I. I had “backstage”…
