Sometimes, the rhythm of the day brings us all together late at night. Nobody has anything really pressing or important early the next day. Everybody got plenty of rest the night before, and maybe even a nap or two happened. The mood is high, the kids are game, and the novelty of nighttime calls.
So, we followed to the town square. There wasn't much traffic, but there were plenty of neon signs to read and lit store windows to press against. We saw the moths visiting the night-blooming flowers. We saw two men in front of the espresso bar pressure cleaning the sidewalk. We found a huge spherical peace sculpture at city hall. We played ninja on and around the park benches. And we saw a 16-or-so boy waiting for a 16-or-so girl to get off work at the pizza place so that he could walk her home, or to her car, or wherever. He smiled at Fox; she smiled at him; and Daddy Honey Joshua was a little more in love with the world at that moment.
My son Woody turned six in November of 2011. That would have been the kindergarten year for most kids, 180 days that mark the beginning of the school career. But Woody did his learning in the big, wide, beautiful world, without school being a part of it.
I'm Teresa Honey, and I kept this blog to document this time in my son's life, to share pictures and stories with far-away friends and relatives, and to add ours to the many stories of families living rich, engaging, loving lives with learning happening all the time and in many forms, totally inseparable from every other part of being human.
Here you'll find 180 or so learning moments recorded from August, 2011 to April, 2012 in the life of a 5-turned-6-year-old radically unschooled kid.