Hi all! It is time for a little blast from the past today. I thought with school starting this week here that I would feature a layout I did about my own school day memories. I created this layout almost three years ago and it is all about my kindergarten memories. I was really surprised when I started writing about how much I really did remember about way back when. This is the journaling:
"I remember kindergarten.
I loved snack time. I brought a little snack from home in a brown paper lunch bag. Some children had lunch boxes, but I always had my little brown bag. I loved getting the little cartons of milk. Just my size…just for me. I liked the idea of bringing a nickel each day to buy that milk. I felt important buying that little carton of milk. I remember story time on the big green carpet. I loved when the stories were read from the big books that seemed almost as big as I was. I remember recess and riding the tricycles around the white circles painted on the black asphalt. I remember we also participated in planting a garden. I thought that was so cool. I remember waiting for the crossing guard to cross the street in front of the school. I walked home from school, which looking back on it, is really amazing to me. It was quite a way for a five year old to be walking. It never seemed to bother me back then. There was one very busy street we had to cross that I would never thinking of letting a five year old cross, but I did and so did a lot of others and we never gave it a second thought. I remember walking home from school one day and turning the corner of my street and seeing the “pony man” at the top of our hill. I WANTED more than anything to have my picture taken on that pony. I remember racing to my house, flying in the door and excitedly telling my dad that the “pony man” was up the street and we needed to HURRY before he was on to the next street. I remember grabbing his hand and practically dragging him out the door. My heart still fills with thrill of the memory of actually getting to sit on that pony and have my picture taken. I remember walking up the slope of our driveway, through the back gate, up the hill in our backyard and under the avocado tree. What happy memories."
I hope you are enjoying and perhaps making some happy memories today! Hugs, Cheryl
“Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old time rail journey…delays…sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling burst of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.” ― Gordon B. Hinckley