Posted By
kf6rck, United States
i was born 1956 in San Francisco ca. i want to talk about television, the first one i remember was a big box with doors on it, to big knobs that filled my little hands and tuned with a clunk. 2,4,5,7,that was it.
Dad passed away in 1967 it was just mom and me times were hard for us but in July of 69 my mom spent 75 dollars on a used 25 in b&w to watch the lunar landing, it meant that much to her,
A year later we got cable with 25 channels! to day i have a dish 500 channels and my mom who's 85. when i tell my kids this story they look at me as if i were nuts, but in the same turn i can't imagine sitting around the radio
Travelling Photographers 1960's
Posted By:
Kathy, USA, Travelling Photographers
Me, very happy in the summertime at nine years old. I had been out playing. A photographer with a pony was going around the neighborhood. I can remember him putting the pony's front hooves together for the picture, the sound of the clacking of the hooves. They took my glasses off for the picture!
60s Were My Teen Years
Posted By
Lee, Australia
The 60's were my teen years,I went to the airport to see the Beatles arrive.Wagged school to do it!So did my friends and many of us were seen on TV by teachers screaming in the crowd.
I discovered sex and looked wonderful naked!
The pill was around and so was abortion and most things were fixed with penicillan.
It was an innocent time. I remember my first kiss, it was awful!
We wore skin tight jeans and mini skirts but very tame. Boys had long hair and we thought it looked great!
Parent were ancient and didn't understand. The world was safer then.They called it the generation gap!
I saw the Rolling Stones perform. Drive in movies still existed. Thats all I can remember!
Lee, Australia
The 60's were my teen years,I went to the airport to see the Beatles arrive.Wagged school to do it!So did my friends and many of us were seen on TV by teachers screaming in the crowd.
I discovered sex and looked wonderful naked!
The pill was around and so was abortion and most things were fixed with penicillan.
It was an innocent time. I remember my first kiss, it was awful!
We wore skin tight jeans and mini skirts but very tame. Boys had long hair and we thought it looked great!
Parent were ancient and didn't understand. The world was safer then.They called it the generation gap!
I saw the Rolling Stones perform. Drive in movies still existed. Thats all I can remember!
70 Years Old And A Proud Man
Posted By
james parsons, Fifties
i was once an firefighter, paramedic and in the US navy...im now 70 years old and a proud man...
james parsons, Fifties
i was once an firefighter, paramedic and in the US navy...im now 70 years old and a proud man...
John&Jeanee Memories From The 80s
Posted By
John&Jeanee, United States
These are our memories...
I met the Love Of My Life in the 1980's.We were High School Sweethearts...and we were wed,Aug.5th,1985.And,our song-"I Wanna Know What Love Is" by Foreigner,rings in our hearts even today...22 1/2yrs.later...I Love You,John...
I remember,our 1st Nintendo Game System w/ our 1st games,Donky Kong & the Mario Bro's game series...Our first two children grew up with the Nintendo...and the rest is history
John&Jeanee, United States
These are our memories...
I met the Love Of My Life in the 1980's.We were High School Sweethearts...and we were wed,Aug.5th,1985.And,our song-"I Wanna Know What Love Is" by Foreigner,rings in our hearts even today...22 1/2yrs.later...I Love You,John...
I remember,our 1st Nintendo Game System w/ our 1st games,Donky Kong & the Mario Bro's game series...Our first two children grew up with the Nintendo...and the rest is history
Over Time Memories Grow Richer
Posted By
Rob, United States, 60's Memories Growing Up
Growing up in a suburban setting during the 1960s has provided me with a treasure of memories.
With time, the memories only grow richer. Like others who post their thoughts, it was a time of innocence. I can remember my friend from down the street on a Saturday morning tossing a ball or pebble up at my bedroom window letting me know he was waiting for me outside. It was early enough in the morning that the dew was still on the grass when we took off. We were set for creating another chapter in our childhood by virtually being gone the rest of the day.
Our bike rides often took us to this diner where we would order a plate of French fries. Across the street was where we bought our baseball cards, always reserving one for the spokes on the bike's wheel. And thanks to that stick of bubble gum, the smell that came from those baseball packs was pure heaven.
We had woods behind my house to explore and waiting for turtles on the edge of those woods to make their appearance after a rainstorm.
And what would childhood memories be like without that creepy cemetery. In this thin line of woods not far from my house, there was this forgotten cemetery. All the tombstones had the name Snyder on them and they were from the 1840s and 1850s. Of course when we had our summer campouts, we pitched our tents within feet of this tiny cemetery to prove we were true boys.
As a paperboy, when I finished my route and headed for home, I always walked my bike on this path between the tombstones. On occasion, my bike pedal might hit a tombstone, but I'd always say, "Sorry Mr. Snyder." I discovered that playing a game of baseball by yourself was not hard to do. All I needed was a tennis ball and the cement back steps to create a thrilling nine-inning game.
My parents didn't appreciate the bare spot I created in the grass, but they understood that my love for baseball outweighed the appearance of the backyard.
Catching lightning bugs on a summer's eve, keeping my distance from Daddy Long-leg spiders and watching bats swoop down on tennis balls thrown in the air at dusk are also engrained in my sweet memories of my childhood in the mid to late 1960s.
Rob, United States, 60's Memories Growing Up
Growing up in a suburban setting during the 1960s has provided me with a treasure of memories.
With time, the memories only grow richer. Like others who post their thoughts, it was a time of innocence. I can remember my friend from down the street on a Saturday morning tossing a ball or pebble up at my bedroom window letting me know he was waiting for me outside. It was early enough in the morning that the dew was still on the grass when we took off. We were set for creating another chapter in our childhood by virtually being gone the rest of the day.
Our bike rides often took us to this diner where we would order a plate of French fries. Across the street was where we bought our baseball cards, always reserving one for the spokes on the bike's wheel. And thanks to that stick of bubble gum, the smell that came from those baseball packs was pure heaven.
We had woods behind my house to explore and waiting for turtles on the edge of those woods to make their appearance after a rainstorm.
And what would childhood memories be like without that creepy cemetery. In this thin line of woods not far from my house, there was this forgotten cemetery. All the tombstones had the name Snyder on them and they were from the 1840s and 1850s. Of course when we had our summer campouts, we pitched our tents within feet of this tiny cemetery to prove we were true boys.
As a paperboy, when I finished my route and headed for home, I always walked my bike on this path between the tombstones. On occasion, my bike pedal might hit a tombstone, but I'd always say, "Sorry Mr. Snyder." I discovered that playing a game of baseball by yourself was not hard to do. All I needed was a tennis ball and the cement back steps to create a thrilling nine-inning game.
My parents didn't appreciate the bare spot I created in the grass, but they understood that my love for baseball outweighed the appearance of the backyard.
Catching lightning bugs on a summer's eve, keeping my distance from Daddy Long-leg spiders and watching bats swoop down on tennis balls thrown in the air at dusk are also engrained in my sweet memories of my childhood in the mid to late 1960s.
Bray Road Wolf 1995
Posted By
Callie, United States
It was the spring of 1995 and we had just moved into our new home on Bowers Road in Elkhorn, Wisconsin with the help of my in laws.
My sister in law, Kathy and three of her young children drove back to the apartment in Lake Geneva to clean up and it was on our way back to the new home via Bowers Road that it happened.
I drove a 1989 Cougar with two doors and bucket seats. As I was flying down the road at dusk as it was about 7pm, something large, black, hairy and with screaming teeth attacked the car.
It hit the passenger side of the car with such a force that it caused me to lose some control of the car and which I quickly gained back as I slowed down a bit.
The girls and Kathy screamed and Kathy scrambled over the center and almost crawled in my lap.
We looked behind us and saw nothing and so continued on our way back to the new home, which was only about 3 miles away.
We laughed at ourselves and how silly we were for being scared. The men at home said we were silly and had probably just hit a deer.
That was until we all saw the claw marks over the passenger door and rear quarter panel of my car.
I eventually blew it off until I started meeting other Mothers in Zoe's school. When I mentioned we lived on Bowers Road, they often asked if I was near Bray Road and I responded "Yes". One day a mother had said to me, "You live near the Bray Road Werewolf." What? The Bray Road Werewolf?
I decided to check this out myself and hit the local library and sure enough there was an entire file packed full of articles of encounters and sightings of the creature with many in the early 1990's.
There were so many at this time that the local Elkhorn Taverns had often hosted Werewolf Parties.
There was even a cheap B movie made about it. Hindsight, they say, is 20/20 and I believe now that this thing that attacked my car with such force may have been this such creature. It was not a bear, it was too powerful and large to be a dog and it certainly was no deer.
The latest sighting of this creature was near the Hartford area here in southeast Wisconsin only just last November.
Callie, United States
It was the spring of 1995 and we had just moved into our new home on Bowers Road in Elkhorn, Wisconsin with the help of my in laws.
My sister in law, Kathy and three of her young children drove back to the apartment in Lake Geneva to clean up and it was on our way back to the new home via Bowers Road that it happened.
I drove a 1989 Cougar with two doors and bucket seats. As I was flying down the road at dusk as it was about 7pm, something large, black, hairy and with screaming teeth attacked the car.
It hit the passenger side of the car with such a force that it caused me to lose some control of the car and which I quickly gained back as I slowed down a bit.
The girls and Kathy screamed and Kathy scrambled over the center and almost crawled in my lap.
We looked behind us and saw nothing and so continued on our way back to the new home, which was only about 3 miles away.
We laughed at ourselves and how silly we were for being scared. The men at home said we were silly and had probably just hit a deer.
That was until we all saw the claw marks over the passenger door and rear quarter panel of my car.
I eventually blew it off until I started meeting other Mothers in Zoe's school. When I mentioned we lived on Bowers Road, they often asked if I was near Bray Road and I responded "Yes". One day a mother had said to me, "You live near the Bray Road Werewolf." What? The Bray Road Werewolf?
I decided to check this out myself and hit the local library and sure enough there was an entire file packed full of articles of encounters and sightings of the creature with many in the early 1990's.
There were so many at this time that the local Elkhorn Taverns had often hosted Werewolf Parties.
There was even a cheap B movie made about it. Hindsight, they say, is 20/20 and I believe now that this thing that attacked my car with such force may have been this such creature. It was not a bear, it was too powerful and large to be a dog and it certainly was no deer.
The latest sighting of this creature was near the Hartford area here in southeast Wisconsin only just last November.
Scents From The 60s
Posted By
Daisy, United States
Speaking of scents:
Still remember the smell of hot salted peanuts, fresh caramel corn and popcorn, and the distinct odor of varnish on the polished wooden floor of the Ben Franklin Store in West Frankfort, Illinois.
We would go there on Saturday mornings to buy our treasures. The floor would creak as we walked across it. Mom would give us each 25 cents to buy a grab bag. The store would have a big box full of brown paper sacks marked with a price of 25 cents up to $1.00. We'd close our eyes and fish for just the right one. You never knew what you would come up with, a toy, some jewelry, even a book. (Many of Mom's Mother's Day gifts or Christmas presents were gleaned from those grab bags).
After visiting that store, we would walk along the streets which at that time were full of small shops. We would push a big button on a light pole that would hurry up the light to change so you could cross the street. (Not that the traffic was ever great in the little Southern Illinois town of West Frankfort)!
Daisy, United States
Speaking of scents:
Still remember the smell of hot salted peanuts, fresh caramel corn and popcorn, and the distinct odor of varnish on the polished wooden floor of the Ben Franklin Store in West Frankfort, Illinois.
We would go there on Saturday mornings to buy our treasures. The floor would creak as we walked across it. Mom would give us each 25 cents to buy a grab bag. The store would have a big box full of brown paper sacks marked with a price of 25 cents up to $1.00. We'd close our eyes and fish for just the right one. You never knew what you would come up with, a toy, some jewelry, even a book. (Many of Mom's Mother's Day gifts or Christmas presents were gleaned from those grab bags).
After visiting that store, we would walk along the streets which at that time were full of small shops. We would push a big button on a light pole that would hurry up the light to change so you could cross the street. (Not that the traffic was ever great in the little Southern Illinois town of West Frankfort)!
Everything Was Nice In The Early 60s
Posted By
Debora, United States
I just remember how nice everything was in the early to mid 60s.
People dressed up more - especially for holidays, had better manners, did not use profanity, and the family did things together.
If you needed something on Sunday, you were out of luck because the stores were closed!
My memories: going to the hotdog stand, fish fry on Friday nights, going downtown (before mall invasion), movie theaters when they were luxurious with red velvet drapes and people applauding at the end of the movie.
4 TV channels that you got up to change, ice cream socials, moms and grandmothers who cooked from scratch, the coolest cars ever, sweater chains, shoe stores with personal service, my sister rolling her hair with empty orange juice cans, transistor radios, singing to the Supremes with a hairbrush as a microphone, West Side Story - "when you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way, from your first cigarette to your last dying day! bah bah bah bah!", gas station attendants who actually pumped gas for you, our first color TV, our first stereo that looked like a coffee table with marble inlay, my mother's many variations on the bouffant hairdo and making me get one too!
Today, it seems like we are a much more distracted society who needs constant entertainment ...back then, a good time was a simple thing. I have so many wonderful memories of growing up then, and am glad that I lived in a town as safe as Mayberry.
Debora, United States
I just remember how nice everything was in the early to mid 60s.
People dressed up more - especially for holidays, had better manners, did not use profanity, and the family did things together.
If you needed something on Sunday, you were out of luck because the stores were closed!
My memories: going to the hotdog stand, fish fry on Friday nights, going downtown (before mall invasion), movie theaters when they were luxurious with red velvet drapes and people applauding at the end of the movie.
4 TV channels that you got up to change, ice cream socials, moms and grandmothers who cooked from scratch, the coolest cars ever, sweater chains, shoe stores with personal service, my sister rolling her hair with empty orange juice cans, transistor radios, singing to the Supremes with a hairbrush as a microphone, West Side Story - "when you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way, from your first cigarette to your last dying day! bah bah bah bah!", gas station attendants who actually pumped gas for you, our first color TV, our first stereo that looked like a coffee table with marble inlay, my mother's many variations on the bouffant hairdo and making me get one too!
Today, it seems like we are a much more distracted society who needs constant entertainment ...back then, a good time was a simple thing. I have so many wonderful memories of growing up then, and am glad that I lived in a town as safe as Mayberry.
50s I Went To See Bill Haley and The Comets
Posted By
ANNABELLA, United States
IT WAS THE 50'S. I WENT TO SEE "BILL HALEY @THE COMETS SING "ROCK AROUND THE CLOCK",I LIVED ON MIAMI BEACH,FLA. I SAW SAMMY DAVIS JR. ,HARRY BELAFONTE ON STAGE. AMERICAN BANDSTAND WAS THE FAVORITE ON T.V. DICK CLARK BROUGHT HIS SHOW TO M.B. FABIAN,SANG AND I SWOONED LIKE ANY OTHER TEENAGE GIRL. TIMES WERE FUN AND SIMPLE. MY DAD GOT ME A BUICK. I LOVED HIM SO. I LIVED NEAR THE FAMOUS SOUTH BEACH,FLA. GREAT MEMORIES . LOVED THE RADIO TUNES. PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER, WAS MY FIRST LOVE SONG -MY 1ST BOYFRIEND. THE PLATTERS, SAW RAY ON STAGE. MOHAMMED ALI SAT BEHIND ME AT A BOXING MATCH. ALOT OF GREAT TIMES.
ANNABELLA, United States
IT WAS THE 50'S. I WENT TO SEE "BILL HALEY @THE COMETS SING "ROCK AROUND THE CLOCK",I LIVED ON MIAMI BEACH,FLA. I SAW SAMMY DAVIS JR. ,HARRY BELAFONTE ON STAGE. AMERICAN BANDSTAND WAS THE FAVORITE ON T.V. DICK CLARK BROUGHT HIS SHOW TO M.B. FABIAN,SANG AND I SWOONED LIKE ANY OTHER TEENAGE GIRL. TIMES WERE FUN AND SIMPLE. MY DAD GOT ME A BUICK. I LOVED HIM SO. I LIVED NEAR THE FAMOUS SOUTH BEACH,FLA. GREAT MEMORIES . LOVED THE RADIO TUNES. PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER, WAS MY FIRST LOVE SONG -MY 1ST BOYFRIEND. THE PLATTERS, SAW RAY ON STAGE. MOHAMMED ALI SAT BEHIND ME AT A BOXING MATCH. ALOT OF GREAT TIMES.
meeting the girl of my dreams in chatroom
Posted By
Gabriel , Venezuela, Chatroom Romance
Hey
I just read your story... and it happened the same to me.. well kind of. I decided to start studying English on my own three years ago and I got on one of those chatrooms where you can improve your knowledge in English and you can help English speakers who want to learn how to speak Spanish so I got on this chatroom and I started talking to this girl...she was just different and I added her on my MSN contact list, we talked for a while and wow she was really BEautiful...I fell in love with her, she said I was crazy so she blocked me and two months later my msn Account was highacked so I had to get a new account and I did.. and the ony email I could remember of all the English speakers I had on my contact list... it was HERS.. so I added her and we started talking again (I never told her I was the same guy from before, She knows already though)and well she fell in love with me, it was pretty hard in the beginning because she was not interested in a long distance relationship (I live in venezuela and she lives in the USA) and well a couple months later after trying to convince her that it would work out.. she accepted to be my girlfriend and after TWO years here we are together... she is sitting right next to me and we are getting engaged soon! :) isnt that great?
it was really nice reading your story!
Gabriel , Venezuela, Chatroom Romance
Hey
I just read your story... and it happened the same to me.. well kind of. I decided to start studying English on my own three years ago and I got on one of those chatrooms where you can improve your knowledge in English and you can help English speakers who want to learn how to speak Spanish so I got on this chatroom and I started talking to this girl...she was just different and I added her on my MSN contact list, we talked for a while and wow she was really BEautiful...I fell in love with her, she said I was crazy so she blocked me and two months later my msn Account was highacked so I had to get a new account and I did.. and the ony email I could remember of all the English speakers I had on my contact list... it was HERS.. so I added her and we started talking again (I never told her I was the same guy from before, She knows already though)and well she fell in love with me, it was pretty hard in the beginning because she was not interested in a long distance relationship (I live in venezuela and she lives in the USA) and well a couple months later after trying to convince her that it would work out.. she accepted to be my girlfriend and after TWO years here we are together... she is sitting right next to me and we are getting engaged soon! :) isnt that great?
it was really nice reading your story!
Back In the 70's
Posted By
Kristen, United States
Back in the 70's, our town was a lot smaller.
Our favorite summer activity was renting Roller Skates at a neat shop downtown and spending the day Skating around town, thru the parks and even in the stores.
Summer jobs picking Strawberries in the hot hot sun, saving our money to buy a Record Ablum.
Spending a quick half hour playing Atari before having to give my Dad the TV for the evening news! (of course, back then a half hour out of a week was about all we had anyway)
Playing with the neighbor kids until sundown when my folks would ring the large dinner bell hanging on the back deck. We could hear it from a large distance away!
My neighbor friends (girls) and I would attempt to out build Forts that the neighborhood boys would do. Spending hours venturing into the deep woods surounding our homes.
I remember helping my Dad out at the GAs Station he owned. I had to use a stool just to stand high enough to clean a part of a customers window, but I felt very proud.
I remember playing on the Car lift in the Stations Garage with my Brother, and a few times, once he got me up high enough, he would run off and leave me there!
I remember summer evenings our family would sit in lawn chairs in the FRONT of the house outside the Garage, just like all the other neighbors.
As I recall, our neighbors were allowed to yell at us too if we did things wrong. And when we got into trouble at home, my Dad made us walk to our friends, crying, to tell them we couldnt play that day.
On Birthdays, we got the "Spanking Machine". All your friends at the party lined up to spank you. I have some great pictures of me red faced in tears during those times! I hated Birthdays!
I remember when my parents would go out to dinner. They always smelled so good, and Dad in his Blue Leisure suit was so handsome.
Kristen, United States
Back in the 70's, our town was a lot smaller.
Our favorite summer activity was renting Roller Skates at a neat shop downtown and spending the day Skating around town, thru the parks and even in the stores.
Summer jobs picking Strawberries in the hot hot sun, saving our money to buy a Record Ablum.
Spending a quick half hour playing Atari before having to give my Dad the TV for the evening news! (of course, back then a half hour out of a week was about all we had anyway)
Playing with the neighbor kids until sundown when my folks would ring the large dinner bell hanging on the back deck. We could hear it from a large distance away!
My neighbor friends (girls) and I would attempt to out build Forts that the neighborhood boys would do. Spending hours venturing into the deep woods surounding our homes.
I remember helping my Dad out at the GAs Station he owned. I had to use a stool just to stand high enough to clean a part of a customers window, but I felt very proud.
I remember playing on the Car lift in the Stations Garage with my Brother, and a few times, once he got me up high enough, he would run off and leave me there!
I remember summer evenings our family would sit in lawn chairs in the FRONT of the house outside the Garage, just like all the other neighbors.
As I recall, our neighbors were allowed to yell at us too if we did things wrong. And when we got into trouble at home, my Dad made us walk to our friends, crying, to tell them we couldnt play that day.
On Birthdays, we got the "Spanking Machine". All your friends at the party lined up to spank you. I have some great pictures of me red faced in tears during those times! I hated Birthdays!
I remember when my parents would go out to dinner. They always smelled so good, and Dad in his Blue Leisure suit was so handsome.
Times were so much simpler In The 50's
Posted By
Texas, United States
Morning devotional time in school;
Mother at home when we got home,
respecting authority,
feeling safe and my summer job at the drugstore fountain.
Making Cokes of all flavors: cherry, vanilla, lime, lemon & chocolate! Banana splits, malts, milkshakes, sundaes and ice cream cones.
Imagine a banana split for 35 cents!
That early training gave me a great head start in learning about human nature and the value of a dollar!
Times were so much simpler then. I wish we could bring most of it to today!
Texas, United States
Morning devotional time in school;
Mother at home when we got home,
respecting authority,
feeling safe and my summer job at the drugstore fountain.
Making Cokes of all flavors: cherry, vanilla, lime, lemon & chocolate! Banana splits, malts, milkshakes, sundaes and ice cream cones.
Imagine a banana split for 35 cents!
That early training gave me a great head start in learning about human nature and the value of a dollar!
Times were so much simpler then. I wish we could bring most of it to today!
Family Of 8 In The 50s
Posted By
Bonnie, United States
I grew up in a family of 8, Mom and Dad and one brother and four sisters.
We did not have much, but we never missed what we never had. We went around bare-footed most of the time, played in the rain, and fought like cats and dogs. We were happy.
Its funny, but I cant remember any of us ever really getting sick or breaking any bones. We used to play ball with a stick and a rolled up ball of paper or cardboard, and it was fun! We also played hopscotch and marbles.
We played pretend grownups and and all of the sisters were named Miss Inon, and our children always had to outdo the others children. Pretend playing, or dreaming was part of growing up for us.
I remember our living room only had so much seating , so when you got up from a seat, you had to verbally call "saved" so no one could get your seat, if you forgot to call "saved" you lost your seat and had to sit on the floor. I remember black and white television. Sky King, Hazel, Mighty Mouse were a big hit in our house.
Bonnie, United States
I grew up in a family of 8, Mom and Dad and one brother and four sisters.
We did not have much, but we never missed what we never had. We went around bare-footed most of the time, played in the rain, and fought like cats and dogs. We were happy.
Its funny, but I cant remember any of us ever really getting sick or breaking any bones. We used to play ball with a stick and a rolled up ball of paper or cardboard, and it was fun! We also played hopscotch and marbles.
We played pretend grownups and and all of the sisters were named Miss Inon, and our children always had to outdo the others children. Pretend playing, or dreaming was part of growing up for us.
I remember our living room only had so much seating , so when you got up from a seat, you had to verbally call "saved" so no one could get your seat, if you forgot to call "saved" you lost your seat and had to sit on the floor. I remember black and white television. Sky King, Hazel, Mighty Mouse were a big hit in our house.
Visits To Granma In The 50s
Posted By
Marie, United States
I remember the visits to my Grandmother's. Using the old fashion out house out back, walnut tress, the hand pump for the well water and having to warm the water on the stove, dump it into a round metal tub and taking baths in the tub in the middle of the kitchen floor. Feather beds and cold mornings waiting for the wood stoves to be cranked up. Hot oat meal for breakfast. Hopscotch and marbles, poodle skirts and best of all, no problems!!!!
Marie, United States
I remember the visits to my Grandmother's. Using the old fashion out house out back, walnut tress, the hand pump for the well water and having to warm the water on the stove, dump it into a round metal tub and taking baths in the tub in the middle of the kitchen floor. Feather beds and cold mornings waiting for the wood stoves to be cranked up. Hot oat meal for breakfast. Hopscotch and marbles, poodle skirts and best of all, no problems!!!!
Early School Memories
Posted By:
Jane, United Kingdom, My Early School Memories
I am getting ready to take my daughter for her first day of real school and it made me think back to all those 30 years ago and remember my early time at school.
Looking back I think I enjoyed every day and all the things we did
Painting great works of art which my mother had to tell me were wonderfull ( and I always wanted my mum to display them )
Pretending to Sleep during rest time with my head resting on my crossed arms ( now I wonder was it to give teachers as much a rest as the children )
Listening to the teacher reading a story
Learning to write my ABC
Opening up my desk where I kept my colouring pencils
All having our own coat racks where we had our name tags on
Running our little shops
Playing with building bricks
Learning to read the first books
Our small bottle of milk we were given each day ( I think the Government Paid for it not parents )
And then the special times like Christmas Plays and Carol Singing, Sports Day, Easter
Many years later I went back to a school with my niece and can remember looking at the little tables and chairs realising just how little we all were They say school years are the best years of your life and looking back I think they were
Jane, United Kingdom, My Early School Memories
I am getting ready to take my daughter for her first day of real school and it made me think back to all those 30 years ago and remember my early time at school.
Looking back I think I enjoyed every day and all the things we did
Painting great works of art which my mother had to tell me were wonderfull ( and I always wanted my mum to display them )
Pretending to Sleep during rest time with my head resting on my crossed arms ( now I wonder was it to give teachers as much a rest as the children )
Listening to the teacher reading a story
Learning to write my ABC
Opening up my desk where I kept my colouring pencils
All having our own coat racks where we had our name tags on
Running our little shops
Playing with building bricks
Learning to read the first books
Our small bottle of milk we were given each day ( I think the Government Paid for it not parents )
And then the special times like Christmas Plays and Carol Singing, Sports Day, Easter
Many years later I went back to a school with my niece and can remember looking at the little tables and chairs realising just how little we all were They say school years are the best years of your life and looking back I think they were
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