My schooldays in the 1970s in the US were very happy, surrounded by great teachers, amazing books and parents who stressed the value of education.
The worst thing was that I grew up in a small town and wanted to explore the wider world. Fortunately, that was counterbalanced by my parents who loved travel and took the family to a lot of places.
I went to school in Athens, Pennsylvania, a town of about 5,000 people where I remember the school library and great teachers who challenged us. The library had a limit of 10 books that could be checked out at any one time but I was such a voracious reader that the librarian and I made a deal that I could take out 15.
My favourite subject was definitely reading. One year my Christmas present was a bicycle so that I could transport myself to and from the local library.
There were so many favourite teachers from then, but I particularly remember Miss Taggi who taught us world geography. I was amazed to discover how big the world was.
In secondary school, it was apparent which kids were going to be successful in life because they applied themselves, studied hard and as a result were going to make it.
