Since there hasn’t been much to report on the blogfront as of late, I figured I’d recall a page from my past to entertain you all. It may even shed a little light as to how I have become the person I am today. Or it just may be something silly to read. Who knows. But here goes:
I went to Buxton Elementary in third grade. It was an incredibly small school and as a result my class only contained about 12 kids. This made the boy selection quite small. Of the ones that didn’t pick their noses or run like a girl, there were two that were contenders for my youthful attraction. As one made a much better friend, I fell for Richard. Richard was slender and athletic, he came from a farming family (almost all of us did in this small country town), and was very polite. Plus he was taller than me. This was a huge advantage for him, as I was the second tallest girl in the class and dwarfed the majority of the boys.
LOL!!
OK, in 3rd grade a friend of mine hatched a plan to steal a kiss from our respective crushes on the last school day before Christmas break. I, being the impetuous and implusive one that I am (yes, still), pulled the "Hey {name}, I have a secret… SMOOCH" trick on my crush THAT AFTERNOON.
She still refused to speak to me in 4th grade, and rumor had it that her mother burned the stocking cap she was wearing that day! At least it seems funny now. Actually in 4th grade it had become known school-wide and there was a great deal of ribbing all around about it.
Anyway… excellent tale!
This is the cutest story I have every heard, do you have a soft spot for "wet willies". You are so funny. The only one invited to his party. I Love it. I think that is a great childhood memory. Do you still know him? Does his family still live there? Lisa