And if we don’t relate to that image, we close our minds to the idea. It’s funny how we associate a particular word with a particular image. If unschooling meant adopting a hippie way of life, then we decided it wasn’t for us. We didn’t plan to travel the continent in a combi-van… In fact, compared to everyone else, we were a very ordinary family, a family that didn’t really belong. We weren’t interested in building mud brick houses and living an alternate lifestyle. We weren’t tuned into mother earth, and we weren’t on a quest to save the planet. We didn’t eat organic food we’d grown ourselves. Our children didn’t have names like Sunshine, Rainbow or Moonbeam and they didn’t call us by our first names. We didn’t wear tie dye. They were all very lovely people, friendly, accepting and welcoming but we knew immediately, we were very different from them. Then we met our fellow campers who also described themselves as unschoolers. At that time, we thought we were unschooling. When our first child was 6 years old we headed off to our very first homeschooling camp. Suzie Andres’ Favourite Books for Children.
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