The old saying is true, at least in my case.
I could spend my whole life learning and not even scratch the surface. It fascinates me to think of all the untold stories out there, tucked away in the pages of history.
Where was this passion for knowledge when I was a student? I’d love to know. Maybe then those facts would’ve fused better into my young brain. Maybe then I’d be a little smarter today. Maybe then I would’ve known what the Colossus of Rhodes is. And maybe then I wouldn’t have given Luke and Katie the assignment of sketching it in their history notebooks without so much as a word of explanation first. (“Don’t forget details and lots of color, kids!”)
We won’t be forgetting the Colossus of Rhodes anytime soon. (“Mom, did you know it’s a statue of a big naked guy? Sometimes he has a cloth on, sometimes it’s just a leaf, and sometimes it’s nothing!”)
Oh, well. You learn something every day.