Day of the Homeschooled Child

On children's rights, parents' responsibilities, and the advocacy of homeschool alumni

As a child in Colorado, I would often wake up early on winter mornings, pull on two pairs of socks to ward against the cold of the basement, and creep down the wooden stairs to start my day. At an elevation of 9,300 feet, we lacked oxygen, had few neighbors and hardly any traffic on our dirt road. It was always quiet, but especially in the dawn. Quiet e…