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When I was four years old, my mother enrolled me in Wescare, the main preschool that served our rural North Carolina town. Now, as an introverted only child who hadn’t been around a lot of kids before starting school, it was tough for me, even though I loved learning.
The adjustment was brutal: The kids were loud and weird, the schedule was weird, and why did we have to eat their weird food for lunch? My adjustment to preschool took some time but ultimately gave me valuable experience in socializing, following directions, and lying.Continue reading “The Tale of a Four-Year-Old Con Artist”