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Definitely second grade. (My mom wrote it on the back of the picture.)

I remember all about this picture. I LOVED that headband. I wore that headband all of the time. And I loved that dress. It had a dropwaist. That was the year I had Mrs. Lewis, my all-time favorite teacher. Sarah can attest to her amazingness as she had her one year, too. In fact, I had Mrs. Lewis in 4th, too. Bless that woman for moving up. She countered having Mrs. Stockton for my other teacher in 4th.

I have some very detailed memories from childhood about trivial things. Mrs. Lewis was from Ohio. She used one of those contraptions that held 5 pieces of chalk so she could write one of those lines that kids use for writing. You know, top line, dashed line, bottom line. Do those even have a name? Anyway, she would only put in 3 pieces of chalk, and then she used the eraser to make the middle line dotted. We all just sat there and waited for her to finish. I was mesmerized.

I also remember John Hall telling me to turn around and look at him. He had snot running out of both nostrils. I just gagged typing this.


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This doesn't count as a childhood countdown post. Just a regular day post.

What is up with these damn cardinals? Year after year, since Charlotte was three (or earlier), they have flown around my house pecking and pecking at windows. How stupid are they? What is their life expectancy, anyway? Are they teaching their babies how to do this? Is it some sort of mating thing? There is always the male and the female, although the male does most of the pecking. Is it their reflection? Is he protecting his realm? WHO CARES. Gimme a beebee gun. I know Lori would name them and watch them and photograph them. But, trust me, the incessant clacking sound will make you crazy(er?). That is all.