I remember...

Let’s talk about events you remember from early grade school.

That might be something pleasant to think back on.  I have lots of those early memory events that have stuck with me throughout my living experience.  Maybe you do too.

• I remember how my mom would tie 3 pennies into the corner of my handkerchief for our classes' milk break.  It was 3¢ for chocolate milk and 2¢ for white milk.  It always baffled me how, like out of 30 kids, there were only about three of us who opted for chocolate milk.  Was white milk (healthier) something that the parents insisted on?  Was that extra penny hard to come by?  Was it me, in that I didn’t get sweets very often (we couldn't always afford them) and saw that as a treat? IDK.
• I remember the day I forgot my lunch money (this was in the first grade) and I was so hungry.  When the teacher noticed I didn’t go to the cafeteria to eat, she asked me why.  I said I forgot my lunch money.  She gave me a dime and I went down and bought a bag of potato chips and smashed them in the bag and ate them.  Thank you Mrs. Andrews.  You were a good woman. I’ll never forget that.
• I remember how good the paste smelled that they gave us to do crafts with.  It smelled good enough to eat, and I ate some a few times.  As they say, I guess what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.  I used to eat newspaper as a kid too.  Ink?  Oh, all the carcinogens we manage to live thru.  Amazing.
• I remember when my male teacher (third grade I think) hit me on the head with his pencil.  That was kinda traumatic.  I don’t remember what I was doing wrong; or maybe I couldn't answer a question he was posing, and he was trying to knock some knowledge into me.  IDK.

• I remember winning the spelling bee in my second-grade class.  Talk about a fluke!  I’m probably the world’s worst speller now, as demonstrated by all the squiggly red lines I encounter when I type, and all the “edited” notations on my posts.  Yeah, I rarely can get thru without having to “fix” something.  These days, I just chalk it up to misfiring synapses and rusty digits.  You get to do that (it's a perk of) when you’re old. 😉
• I remember how my two girlfriends (Linda Spohn and Sandy Castle [that really was her last name]) would ask the teacher if we could go the restroom (we’d space our individual requests with several minutes between asking so it didn’t look too suspicious) and when we got there, we’d take turns brushing each other’s hair.  We all had long hair back then.  How the teacher let us get away with that, I can’t believe it. But she did.
• I remember another girlfriend who opened her thermos bottle, poured out a big capful of vegetable soup, then, with dilated eyes, I saw her crumble (it seemed like) 10 crackers into that cup, making it like a solid cup of soup.  I said to her, wow, that’s a lot of crackers.  She said that's how she liked it.  To this day, if I have some Campbell’s Vegetarian Vegetable Soup, I crumble a whole lotta crackers in mine too.  Thanks for the suggestion, Joyce Weisenbarger.  No, I didn't forget. 😊

Okay, enough for now. 

Task: Share some of your early memories with us.  Take a break from the insanity of the world today.

(by Primal”Soup”)