Friday, February 18, 2011

5th. Grade

I loved the 5th. grade. Mrs. Ferrell was my teacher and I was her pet. My best friend Suzanne and I had a wonderful time at school all day. (she was very artistic) That was the year the P.O.W.'s came home from Vietnam. We did not realize the seriousness of this event. We made up P.O.S. signs (prisoner of school).

We used to play battling tops during recess if it was raining outside. Outside I was an expert 4 square player and the boys lived in fear of my kicks to the shin!

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