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Debb on 10.05.2009 at 09:05 AM
I loved playing in the treehouse pretending we were characters of Peter Pan in our neighbor’s lemon tree.
Jessie on 10.05.2009 at 09:37 AM
My favorite memory of school is from high school where my friend would carry me around on his shoulders all day and we would call ourselves “super-person” and the faculty would yell at us and say that iqould need to get down but I would just get right back on when they left. We liked to think that we were rebelling against gravity.
Ben on 10.05.2009 at 09:55 AM
I was the quietest kid in school. I was shy, nerdy, and not the most popular. My teacher decided it would be a great idea if I were to be in the school play for Christmas.
The play was about reuniting a lost young bear with his parents at Christmas. I played the young bear. But the funny thing is…I only had one line. I came out at the very end of the play…in a gift wrapped present with a big bow, glitter, and all that pizzaz. I sprung out of the box and declared in excitement, “Mom! Dad!”. And the play was over.
It wasn’t the play that necessarily made the experience amazing and life changing; it was sitting backstage during the entire play on the steps leading up to the stage hanging out with my other school mates and making long life friends.
Kiersten on 10.05.2009 at 10:31 AM
My favorite school memory is planting trees by the creek behind my elementary school and watching them grow over the years.
Jackie Bos on 10.05.2009 at 10:51 AM
I was really tiny all through school, and I could never reach high enough to get on the monkey bars. The day I learned to shimmy up the pole and sit on top with the tall kids was Victorious!
MelissaHopeS on 10.05.2009 at 12:06 PM
I think my favorite school memory is running around the school yard from recess. This one boy always wanted to kiss me (gross!) so I was running from him. It was good fun, though.
Jo B on 10.05.2009 at 12:12 PM
My happeiest memories were when we had a male teacher Mr Corniche in junior school, he read the Hobbit to us one summer, we were allowedd to sit on the playing field and in the warm air, Bilbo Baggins came alive and Middle Earth seemed so real. My dad had died when I was a baby and I think I saw the teacher as a fatherly figure too. He had a marvellous patience and we all adored him, he gave me a passion for reading and I thank him for that always.
SFDC on 10.05.2009 at 12:34 PM
My happiest memory is making up skits based on Shel Silverstein poems and performing them in front of my 3rd grade class.
uula on 10.05.2009 at 16:34 PM
I remember meeting my best friend for the first time ;D. I had this “Little Doctor” stuff with fake pills, medical equipment and all. We decided we are going to cure all the stuff animals in our class ;D. Our faces were priceless – we were so focused ;D. We really thought we would make them feel better (like they felt bad ;d). We are best friend ever since and she (my bff) wants to be a doctor – a surgeron. I beleive I had something to do with it ;d.
illustrativo on 10.05.2009 at 17:15 PM
We had to collect paper once a year at the annual Environment and Recycling day at school (1980s, Hungary, Central Europe)
Each student had to collect useless, old, dusty newspapers from cellars and attics. normally we had to go through the tiny streets of my town and ring on every door to ask for the old newspapers. people loved to help us as we helped them to get rid of stuff they didn’t need any more.
i loved the old (really old) headlines and pictures of these yellowish, smelly, dump newspapers. before we piled up everything in front of the school where a truck picked it up at the end of the day we used to sit down to look for interesting bits.
i loved reading about local news in the 1930s or even 1920s. The adverts were so naive.
So once in the middle of a pile of old newspapers i found a small book of japanese manga. i didn’t know obviously that it is called manga or if it was japanese or chinese. i remember turning the pages and being utterly fascinated by purely the pictures that were so different from the cartoons i read normally.
this is probably one of the reasons why later i started being interested in asian art and big eyed girls. who knows.
Stephen on 10.06.2009 at 01:52 AM
Oh man… this is a tough one! I think some of my happiest memories in school could probably be traced back to my 8th grade science class. One of the best, by far, was trying to mail a Pringles chip to the school. We had to come up with some sort of packaging to prevent it from getting crushed to bits in transit. I remember trying my best to avoid bubble wrap since that seemed to be the popular choice, and cleverly used styrofoam with a scraped out area for the chip. Needless to say, I was pretty psyched to see mine show up days later with only a tiny crumb broken off of it.
Kelly Robson on 10.06.2009 at 05:46 AM
My happiest school memory was when I was 9 the principle chose my artwork for the end of year art award…the artwork is framed and still is hung up in my primary school. It was my proudest moment back then.
Jonathan on 10.06.2009 at 06:00 AM
My happiest memory of school was when we had the opportunity to draw dinosaurs for a competition, of which i was obsessed with, only a few children were allowed to enter and i did. I ended up coming third place, but i got photographed for the local newspaper which i thought made me famous : )
Aimee on 10.06.2009 at 06:13 AM
One of my favourite memories is from primary school. I used to sit with my friend melanie in the dirt and we would make tiny adventure courses out of twigs, stones and anything we found on the ground for woodlice and any other unsuspecting little insects!
Im not sure if the woodlice were as appreciative of our efforts as we’d hoped!
Jamie on 10.06.2009 at 06:47 AM
one of my favourite school memories is when my gran used to babysit, she used to sit at the top of the stairs between my sisters room and mine, and read AA Milne until we fell asleep..we hardly ever fell asleep :), now i read it to her which is lovely.
Belinda on 10.06.2009 at 07:11 AM
Our teacher at primary school made us measure in footsteps the distance from the school to our homes. This was immediately well received and off we ran to measure every step. Eventually I became bored and lost count.(I lived 2.5 km from the school!) A concerned neighbour picked a group of us up in her Austin mini, we squeezed in and she drove us back to school. On the journey back we passed other kids still heading home, heads down, counting their steps. Even our neighbour thought this was hilarious. What amazes me to this day is our teacher never asked the class the final footstep count results.
Yaara on 10.06.2009 at 09:01 AM
favourite school memory would be the extra classes I got to take after school in extracurricular activities, drama, cooking that sort of stuff, and playing an over-the-top whiny Mrs. Weiner in the 2nd grade school play…
Wendy on 10.07.2009 at 23:47 PM
Ahh, so many memories…how about a nerdy one?!…I loved the 5th grade after school computer class in the library. Eight of us (I think that’s how many computers we had in the school) would spend minutes upon minutes programming (what a crazy word!) LEFT 90 and FORWARD 180 to end up with 7 seconds of brilliance–our turtle scooting around the screen with multicolored lines, and possibly ending up in the same direction it started! What will they think of next? A computer in every classroom?
Madi on 10.08.2009 at 11:18 AM
I used to love playing birds at playtime – most children play house or ‘mummies and daddies’, but we used to take over the wooden playhouse in the playground and make a ‘nest’ using all our coats. We’d pick a mummy bird and a daddy bird, and all the rest of us would be children and we’d all fly around the playground. I remember that we used to make the smallest girl in our class be the baby bird, and she wasn’t ever allowed the leave the nest because she was a baby, so she used to have to sit in the playhouse the whole time while we flew around collecting ‘food’ to bring back and feed her.
Mike on 10.08.2009 at 12:26 PM
An early school memory of mine that stands out is of my closest (and practically only) friend, my neighbor at the end of the block, and I having escaped class on some irrelevant, uninteresting errand. We would have been nine or ten at this point. The school’s vast expanse of asphalt playground, dotted with tetherball poles, two handball courts, four-square demarcations, was empty. Every impediment, teacher and student alike, was trapped in a classroom. No communication was necessary; each of us knew what the other thought. We bolted. We raced across it, masters of our own fate. Kings of infinite space.
Ahmed on 10.08.2009 at 13:30 PM
I had Froot Loops for breakfast the other day. The aroma, the flavor and the colors, took me back to kindergarten. My dad would often drop me off at school an hour or so before the other kids got there. My teacher would usually prepare a breakfast of cereal for me.
Of course, my favorites were the ones that were colorful and sweet. I remember sitting in class alone, eating my Froot Loops. Sorting them into colors, leaving the yellow for last. Why? Because yellow was the color of champions, my favorite color, until later when I decided it was too girlie for a cool six year old like myself. So, I switched to green.
Katie on 10.08.2009 at 20:35 PM
In first grade I was a girl. I continue to be, but it mattered more then, because in those days boys had cooties. I have a very distinct memory of running across the crumbling blacktop yelling, “Andy! Andy!” at my little latina friend Andrea. A small caucasian boy, Danny, turned around in response. I recall finding it hilarious that he had responded to a girl’s name, and revolting that he actually thought I had been calling to him. Danny was highly prone to blushing when embarrassed, so as Andy and I laughed and ran away, his face slowly turned a deep, beet red. Poor thing.
Aina on 10.09.2009 at 12:52 PM
i don’t know why, but examination weeks always makes me happy since i was in elementary school. Always think, oh why everyone seems to hate exam weeks? That’s my happiest school memory.
spencer on 10.09.2009 at 13:10 PM
Overalls…seriously overalls like every day. Unfortunately I have to wear pants now, like a civilized adult.
Bridget on 10.09.2009 at 15:35 PM
When we learned to multiply fractions using cancellation in order to end up with a result that doesn’t need to be simplified further I got really excited over this newfound ability. My school was very open in structure and I recall spending hours of days working out equations 30 fractions long that my teacher created for me across a blackboard, cancelling left and right with my chalk.
It’s the first time I remember being truly excited about learning. I’m grateful to have had an environment that nurtured a love of learning.