A Good Teacher I have a lot of memories from my childhood and when I analyse it, I surprised at myself because all these memories are fun, or particular. Like all children I invented my games. My prefer games were to be a teacher, to invent new words, to be a writer, to pretend to have a bookshop where I had to sell and catalog the books, or to be a witch. I surprised because my parents worked in different sectors so I didn’t emulate them, furthermore my mother was extremely catholic and she didn’t use to tell about witches (fortunately she isn’t anymore), so my games were my natural expression. When I played to be a teacher, I putted all my dolls, my barbies in front of me and I corrected “their” exercises in their notebooks. Actually I corrected my exercises in the notebooks of the previous years, I corrected myself! Normally my teacher corrected my exercises but I used to find a lot of mistakes ( I rethought in this when I was 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 to play together. She was younger than me and she wasn’t good in maths but I didn’t know, I discovered it. 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 did a lot of mistakes) and and I corrected her! After 2 weeks my aunt asked me what we did when my cousin came to me! I said her: “ we play that I’m a teacher and she is my pupil!”. My aunt was very surprised and she confessed me that my cousin improved inexplicably in maths and that her teacher contacted her to tell it! My poor cousin! When she came to me... she continued to study! I was very strict but when she was good I wrote the gigantic EXCELLENT and she was so much happy!!and If she had improved, she would have been my assistant!! What honour! ajajaj