Remebering The Good Ol' School Days

I remember walking to and from grammar school as an adventure including rolling down some hills, picking cherries, being chased by the mean boys from the Catholic School and finding alternate ways to get there. I don't remember what I did when it was raining, but I do remember being bundled up enough to walk through snow and all the adventures that created. I walked alone and there was never concern for my safety. Junior High and High School were too far away to walk, but I did have to walk several blocks to get to the school bus stop.

In the classroom: passing notes, spitballs, twanging the rubber in our mouths that held our braces, Maybe those things still happen - except I think teeth braces have changed. It never occurred to us to be anything but respectful to our teachers or wear jeans. It was actually fun to be smart, and we certainly felt safe. We had classes in art, music and gym. We didn't have computers or calculators. We wrote in longhand and were graded on neatness as well as correct grammar and spelling. We had after school clubs, theater and sports.