My oldest niece is homeschooled, an arrangement that seems to be working very well for her and her family (I used to wish I could stay at home, too, because school and other kids were scary sometimes). In April 2006, she and her mother were working through the poetry unit, and one morning before "school" started (my sister-in-law wasn't even awake yet, as I recall the story), 8-year-old Jenn sat down and wrote the following limerick, her first:
There was a young girl who was three,She's eleven now, and still writing, an activity I hope she does for life.
Who always wanted to climb up a tree,
So climb up it she did,
And down it she slid,
And never again climbed a tree!