I was homeschooled for most of my pre-high-school years, but other than that this captures so much of young me. I'd bring home a stack of books two feet tall from the library every other week, and not infrequently would read them up in the branches of one of our trees. Math workbooks always got finished early because I liked math (still do), but I have a sneaking suspicion that some of the old novels my mother would suggest were to bolster my otherwise... minimal approach to history.
Meanwhile I developed absolutely no fear of correcting people twice my height and nearly three times my age because I knew our farm and how to care for the animals, and why wouldn't they love them just as much if only they learned how to work with the goat, say, rather than fighting to get it to obey.