Here's what John had to say:
"This Weekend Assignment, I decided to step away from the usual holidays to note a very special day of another sort:
Weekend Assignment #40: It's my daughter Athena's sixth birthday today. Celebrate by sharing a story from when you were six."
OK John, there I am... second to the last in the row on the right, in the green and yellow home-made dress. The year is 1950. That shapely lady is Mrs. Eighmy, my first teacher, and she taught through the eighth grade. I'm in the first grade here, but it's my second year at Skinner School, an old-fashioned, one-room country school in Iowa. When I was five, I started "Primary".
There were five or six of us in First Grade. When it was time for us to be taught, we gathered little chairs in a semi-circle around the teacher and took turns reading. When Mother, Daddy and I moved to the city later, I was so far ahead of the other kids that they put me ahead a grade, which was a mistake. I was completely out of my element, trying to keep up with things I'd never learned. They moved me back later, thank goodness.