Gemotions

A goofy grin stretched across Sarah’s face as she skipped towards the school. The crisp autumn air seemed to tingle on her skin. She kept bouncing on the balls of her feet, even though she was a grown woman, and a mother to boot! Little Leo was going to learn from Miss Davison, the *very* same teacher who had ignited Sarah's love of history.

"Oh, this is fantastic!" she breathed, her voice a little louder than necessary as she turned into the school gate. The memory of Miss Davison's engaging lessons, the way she made even the driest facts seem thrilling, flooded back.

She knew Leo was going to love it. This felt like a second chance, a do-over, to relive her own happy childhood through her son. She couldn't wait to hear Leo’s first story about the ancient Egyptians. She practically hummed with the thrill of it.