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Sitting at a desk, with my hand waving in the room, awaiting the teacher to glance in my direction, as to relieve my aching arm, and listen to my question is not any child’s ideal schooling situation. Unfortunately, many children tolerate the period of waiting, and continue their education, painfully, and yet simply. I, on the other hand only had to raise my hand for four and a half years before a pivotal point in my life changed everything. From the way I thought, to the way I dressed invading the way I lived under the sun. My desire to return to home education for my eighth-grade year of school, in order to pursue a better education, evolved into a way of life, a worldview, and a freedom. It began six years ago, when my family and I moved from Scottsdale Arizona, into the famed red mountains of Sedona, a mere gap of two hours north of our home town. I could not have imagined nor forecasted at that time the far reaching implications of the move to Sedona, which would forever change me, and change my life. During the first year of our residence in this small red rock town, I attended a private Christian
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