Education To Die For

I'm still trying to get the baby-picture I want in proper form for the ongoing challenge, and anyway I just snuck this capture in the cafe I'm sitting in.

The girl, second from right, is the daughter of the cafe's (working class, anarchist) owners and is about eleven or twelve now. The lady speaking is a writer, teaching the two kids in what seems to be a home-schooling class. I overheard the girl describing the plot of a Sci-Fi novel or screenplay she's working on --a girl burrowing up from a buried city.

Just in order to be so lucky as to be a kid that age in this class, I might die and be reincarnated as one of them! It staggers my mind. When I was twelve, I was at a terrific reading level but private lessons in real writing? No one in my world ever thought of such a thing.

What would life have been like if such things had been conceivable for me, way back then?