Everyone who knows me knows I don't like peanut butter. But I wasn't always that way. An old classmate from my Jacksonwald Elementary School days (Madeline Maize) recently reminded me of an experience I'd like to share here.
Our second grade teacher, Miss Stump, decided one day to take us outside to read under a tree on the playground. I was forced to stay behind, however, after getting caught reading a book under my desktop during class (a chronic habit if I recall). Anyway, upon their return to the classroom I was nowhere to be found. Miss Stump asked Mrs. Borneman (a very scary lady) to sit with the class while she walked over to my house. Miss Stump found me at home, alone, eating a peanut butter sandwich in the kitchen. Madeline said she remembers the experience because she thought it was "the bravest, coolest thing a kid could do." I was just hungry!
Thank you, Madeline, for a delightful trip down memory lane.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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