In a tiny house far away from any town there lived a poor woman who had no money. Living in a little cottage, she was always hungry for the food that came from the far away towns. One day there was a letter outside on the little cottage’s first step that said “You can become rich if you pass the big maze at Big Black Guard Castle. Will you enter?” The lady smiled. Big Black Guard Castle was the closest castle to her but still far away and so she started to walk. She always knew something amazing would happen some day and hopefully that day was today.
by Arun (aged 8)
Are there things you can do to help your prodigy to become a person who thirsts for knowledge?
Lately I have been reading a book, “Proust and the Squid’ by Maryanne Wolf which addresses this question. I would like to share some information with you.
THOUGHTS FROM THE BOOK – Reading and Learning
“The more children are spoken to, the more they will understand oral language. The more children are read to the more they understand all the language around them, and the more developed their vocabulary becomes.”
“… many efforts to teach a child to read before four or five years of age are biologically precipitate and potentially counterproductive for many children.” The reason for this is the myelin sheath (fatty coating around nerves to help electrical information to flow) in the angular gyrus (that part of the brain related to language, number processing, spatial cognition, memory and attention) is not sufficiently developed until five to seven years of age. It develops in all children at different rates and in girls faster than boys.
Sometimes your five year old is just not ready for school and your young lad may not be ready until seven years of age. By that time they are in year two or three and maybe well behind at school. It is not that they cannot learn, it is just their brain was not ready for them to learn. They can catch up, but by this time they may need some assistance.
As the village woke to the sound of a rundown crow the sun started its slow journey across the sky. A fire started in the grimy blacksmith’s shop as a poor but honest man began his dawn to dust effort. He passed a dirt encrusted window and in the corner of his eye observed the familiar castle that loomed over the poor village and was surrounded by a ten metre stone wall. An old widow draped in a thread bear sack begged the blacksmith to fix her rusty hole-ridden cauldron. “I can’t pay you.” she said, but the blacksmith followed quickly by saying “Pay me when you can.” As she hobbled away the blacksmith sighed and thought to himself that the only reason the village could not pay for his services was because of the dreadful king’s exorbitant taxes.
by Jack (aged 10)