A Good Teacher

I have a lot of memories from my childhood and when I think about it, I am surprised at myself because all these memories are fun, or particular.
Like all children I invented my own games. My favourites were to be a teacher, to invent new words, to be a writer, to pretend to have a bookshop where I could sell and catalog the books, or to be a witch.

I am surprised because my parents worked in different sectors so I didn’t emulate them, also my mother was extremely catholic and she didn’t want to hear about witches (fortunately she isn’t so strict anymore), so my games were my natural expression.
When I played the teacher, I put all my dolls, my barbies in front of me and I corrected “their” exercises in their notebooks.*
Actually I corrected the exercises in my notebooks of the previous years; yes, I even corrected myself!
Normally my teacher corrected my exercises but I used to find a lot of mistakes ( I reconsidered this when I was an adult!).
It was incredible because in this way I reviewed rules all the time, so I was very good at school.

Sometimes my cousin came to us and we played together.
She was younger than me and she wasn’t good in maths which at first I didn’t know but later discovered.
As usual we played and I was the teacher and she was my pupil! The game was that she had to do addictions and subtractions, or multiplications and divisions (because she made many mistakes) and I corrected her!
After 2 weeks my aunt asked me what we did when my cousin came to visit. I said "we pretend that I’m the teacher and she is my pupil!”.
My aunt was astonished and confessed that my cousin had improved inexplicably in maths and that her teacher contacted her telling her so!
My poor cousin! Whenever she came to me... she had to study!
I was very strict but when she was good I wrote the gigantic EXCELLENT and she was so very happy!! And If she had improved, she would have been my assistant!!

What an honour! ajajaj

*a good idea. I think I will try it.

excellently written!