My Most Unforgettable Teacher

The early morning smelled of mud puddles and budding trees. Intoxicated by warm sunshine washing wet sidewalks and breathing over wet sand, groups of school children laughed and shouted as they boisterously played “Hannibal Crossing the Alps,” on the banks of a gurgling creek. A few girls skipped and panted as they raced with jump ropes around the school building. Suddenly the shrill ringing of a bell brought the children racing for the first place in after recess line-up. I was in that...