Until I was ten, I went to the Downtown Community School, a turbulent progressive school that Margaret worked hard to shape, a bus ride across town. After that, when she worried that although I had learned to love learning I didn't actually seem to know very much, I transferred to an excellent girls' private school on the upper east side
— With A Daughter's Eye by Mary Catherine Bateson (Page 62)
Captures the warmly positive yet analytical and retrospective voice of this book well.