My parents decided to move when I was 3. My little brother was on the way and we needed a bigger house, but my parents also wanted to be in a good school district. Then, right before we moved we met the Harrison* family, our neighbors one street over. They were a quaint little Mennonite family who had four little children, all of which never told lies, listened to their parents, and wore traditional Mennonite clothing. Despite these oddities, the strangest thing about the Harrisons was not their clothes or the way they behaved...it was where they went to school. Matthew and David (and eventually Elizabeth and Grace) all attended school at home!
My mother was intrigued, but when Mrs. Harrison suggested she homeschool me, my mom only laughed. She and my dad had just bought a house because they liked the school system, and plus she wasn't even a teacher. Why would she ever want to homeschool? Although she allowed me to play with 2-year- old Elizabeth Harrison, my mom avoided Mrs. Harrison's strong ideas about home education.
But God, in His infinite wisdom and great sense of humor, had other plans.