(intr) to talk or write about old times, past experiences, etc.
The other day I had inspiration strike. I don't always have something new to write about going on in my life right now, but I have had a lot of great experiences over my long life so far. (I can say long life now that I am pushing 29). So, every now and then, I'm going to blog about a past experience or memory. Hope you enjoy this first installment (and all subsequent ones).
In 2nd grade, I almost got a citation on the playground.
I spit on a boy's back. My best friend Danielle and I both did. I never did anything bad. I was always a good kid, but this boy deserved it. Do you know why? He almost kissed Danielle. Seriously. Sure, we were playing chase. And sure, the "point" of playing chase was for the boys to try to catch the girls to kiss them, but that was just the premise. Didn't this kid know that you weren't supposed to actually kiss anyone? It was all pretend. Anyway, he really almost kissed Danielle, which made us pretty upset, so we spit on him in retaliation. (Can't you see the logic of a 7 year old here?)
Then he told Mr. Felman. I was so. scared. Mr. Felman. I'd never had a male teacher and he was really intimidating to me. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure we almost peed our pants when he called us over after he-who-was-spat-upon told on us. But guess what? He just talked to us very nicely and we said we were sorry. I think he knew we were sincere...probably he could tell we were scared of him. After that day, I never spit on anyone again. See? Learned my lesson, even without a citation.
And, Mr. Felman was my 3rd grade teacher the next year. Quite possibly my favorite teacher in all of my years of elementary school. I wonder if he remembered Danielle and I as the spitting girls...