For some odd reason, my first year of school was the most memorable. For some reason its memories ring louder than those of even this year. Free-time especially is very vivid. Our Kindergarten and first grade class used to wait in anticipation for hours for Mrs. Hanson to allow us to let the idiosyncrasies in our minds travel wherever they wanted, in order to create the oddest games and scenarios. I specifically remember the giant colorful Leggos that could be found in the K-1 classroom. Instead of building castles and barricades, we found whatever string was available and tied them to our stomachs in order to portray dairy cows. “House” was often a popular game as well. Sami Knutson and Eli Morse were always mom and dad, with the rest of us playing either children or obnoxious pets. One other common activity was “interacting” with the small chickadees that would hover at the bird feeders just outside one of the classroom windows. Hoping that they would respond to these childish calls, we sang “chick-a-dee-dee-dee” to them for surprisingly lengthy periods of time. Little did we know, the windows separating us from these birds were too thick for our calls to be heard.
Again, my elementary years were far more memorable than my time as high school student. Instead of giant textbooks and small spats, we had giant Leggos and ice crystals, and petty fights.
Again, my elementary years were far more memorable than my time as high school student. Instead of giant textbooks and small spats, we had giant Leggos and ice crystals, and petty fights.
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