Tom, aged 8, was continually opening my door and asking, ‘By the way, what’ll I do now?’

No one would tell him what to do.

Six months later, if you wanted to find Tom, you went to his room.

There you’d always find him in a sea of paper sheets. He spent hours making maps.

One day, a professor from the University of Vienna visited Summerhill. He ran across Tom and asked him many questions.

Later, the professor came to me and said, ‘I tried to examine that boy on geography, and he talked of places I never heard of.’

from Summerhill by A S Neill, 1960

*photo taken from a bus somewhere between Chefchaouen and Casablanca, Morocco, 2009

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