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Memories
Posted Wednesday, November 12, 2008, at 11:38 AM<< Previous | Read comments | Respond | Email link | Next >>
A long time friend of mine called me and asked me about my younger days. (Elementary school or earlier) He proceeded to tell me about one of his memories of Kindergarten, that had just come back to him. He remembered his mother trying to teach him to tie his shoes as a young boy. As many times as she tried to teach him, he could not understand the process. My friend would come to school, and be unable to tie his shoes when they came undone. (For some reason kids shoes come untied a lot more than adult shoes) As his shoes became untied, he would look to me and ask if I could re-tie them for him. After this went on for a little while, I decided I was finished tying his shoes for him. Instead of tying his shoes for him, I taught my friend to tie his own shoes. I did not remember this event, but my friend remembered and said, "Where would I be today if you wouldn't have helped me tie my shoes, I'd be walking around in slip-ons I guess." After hearing this story I thought about what I remembered from Kindergarten. I remember a girl in my class losing her shoe for an entire day, (so it seemed) I remember faking naps so that we could play paper football, and I remember trying to have better handwriting skills than one George Anderson. The teacher always bragged on George's handwriting, he was a teacher's pet. Josh Payne Over and out Comments Showing comments in chronological order [Show most recent comments first] |
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Nice story. For the record, you'll never have better handwriting than me. Also, now that we're "Adults," I'm shoving my literary prowess down your throat.(Eat That!) haha.
Josh, thanks for helping my son learn to tie his shoes. I don't think slip-ons would look that great with his uniform.
I remember when we were in high school, you told me you hated me in elementary because the teachers were always bragging on me and using me as an example. (What can I say, they could sense perfection at my early age.) This blog possesses a hint of that hatred. Let it go man...Let...it...go....