I have been raised to apprecate pretty well all types of music thanks due to my musical mother
...this is an account of my 50th year on this planet and thoughts and hopes and dreams of
what was...what is ...and what could be and living in day-time compartments :)
I remember bits and pieces of memories when I was really young..
like walking with my sister and brother to school alone for the
first time and turning down the block to see my mother hanging
back long enough to make sure I wouldnt run in the other direction.
The chalkboards which covered the cloak room area where we would
have to line up to get our coats for recesses or stored items
for our teacher Mrs Lukiano.. nice lady with a great imagination..
The school itelf was old.. wooden lockers. stone and oak staircases..
and the jungle gym in the basement and just to the far left a closet
like room which served as the library.. omigod I remember it being so small..
I wasnt very big myself and I was surprised to see how tiny it seemed..
I aimed for perfection... like I always did and still try to..
to this day have a booklet that we put together thruout my first year..
not in the greatest shape but together none-the less..:)
I remember feeling soo happy back then ,,and mum tells me
I would come home and gather anyone too young to go to school
into the backyard and teach them what I had been taught that day...
it was lovely.. mum thought I would end up being a teacher at that point..
Im sure I amused her immensely..
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