I'm pretty sure that I was bitten by the "teacher bug" shortly after birth. I can still picture the 1950's-era school desks that my grandmother had in her basement and remember the joy that I got from "teaching" my younger cousins. My lessons were complete with handwritten worksheets, manipulatives, and report cards. I'm not sure how much my cousins enjoyed these lessons, but they were always good sports and willing victims students. I can remember sitting in a circle on the floor with a bunch of kids at my younger sister's birthday party; she would have been 5 and I was almost 13. I was Continue Reading...This post may contain affiliate links. See my full disclosure policy.