Quiet boredom cloaked in silence
Here no nervous tension, no sudden drama
Only colored pebbles pushed by young fingers
While many eyes peruse, page by page
Old editions, as if finding great interest
In the outdated print, only pausing to cast
Surreptitious glances at fellow bookworms, who
Knowing full well, obligingly return the favor, causing

Not long into their walk they passed a small park that lay silent by the side of the road. It stretched back from the sidewalk into the darkness and was watched over by large, spreading trees. The faintest glimmer of reflected moonlight betrayed the presence of a shallow pond reposing under the overhanging leaves.

There is something special about the night, about the dark, about the stillness. There is something that draws both the joyful and the depressed to the night. A quiet street beckons the dreamer to some nocturnal romp.

.... You over-analyze and observe kids that go to school.

.... Whenever you go to the school playground you look in the windows of the school.

.... You always have at least one book in the bathroom ranging from picture books to dictionaries.

.... You are over protective of your younger siblings.

.... You know your library card number by heart.

You might be a unschooler if...

• you’ve ever waved tauntingly at a school bus
• you know who John Holt is
• your idea of a science lesson is to quiz your vet about equine parasites
• you didn’t start driving until 17
• you still haven’t been on a date
• you think the dictionary is pleasurable reading
• you like to take the trail less traveled