We all have to remember recess, right? Recess is one thing that has survived generations. But I bet what we did during recess has changed some - maybe. As for me, I remember watching the clock, waiting for the minute hand to be just so. Then the long, low ring of the bell. We played on the monkey bars, flipping round and round or just hanging there. I had constant calluses on my hands. We played kickball and I was actually pretty darned good at it! It was the only sport that I excelled at. Too bad there wasn't a National Kickball League. Sometimes we played hopscotch or marbles.
In later elementary years, my best friend, Kim and I noticed a neglected part of the playground. It was in a back corner, far away from the school. No grass grew there, but there was a cement ledge to sit on. We decided to spend a lot of our time there. We played and pretended and talked childish talk. Eventually, other friends joined us.
Writing memories down is an interesting thing. As I write this, more and more memories come to the surface. That's the power of writing, isn't it?
What are your recess memories? Do tell. And ask an elder about theirs. Do it today. There's no time like the present to ask about the past! ~Karen
2 comments:
Good newsletter. All the best with the publishing world you're in.
I recently wrote a post about memories too. You can take a look.
Thanks! I'll visit you soon.
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