I remember my first day of school. I can still smell my mother's black
leather handbag. I held on to it so tight that I broke the strap. ... Next
memory ... when I got home, I said what a nice lady we had had as teacher,
I wonder who we'd be having tomorrow. And when my mother told me I'd be
having the same nice lady for a year!!! I was aghast ... a year!!
Andy
At 08:32 PM 24/11/2003 -0800, you wrote:
>I would really appreciate accounts, not necessarily your own, of your
>earliest encounters of going to school, or an account you have read about.
>
>It turns out to be devilishly difficult to find a good account that has the
>ring of authenticity.
>
>Any ideas?
>mike
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