He might want his shoes after all
Sunday April 24th 2022, 9:48 pm
Filed under: Family,Life

One of my favorite pictures from last weekend. Spencer is 3.

It reminds his grandmother of how, in elementary school, when the door opened for recess I would run and run and run and run and burn off all that energy from having to sit too long and too quietly.

The only time I ever got sent to the principal’s office is when one larger older boy decided that I needed to be chased and since I didn’t know what he was going to do if he ever caught me and he wouldn’t stop even though I told him to, he socked me and I socked him back. Once each because we instantly found we did not like this turn of events. But being kids, we needed help being stopped so we would both know we both knew it wouldn’t happen again.

There happened to be a teacher steps away right at that moment.

The principal was dumbfounded that I of all his students had done such a thing. So was I.

And it never happened again.

In sixth grade they were doing Presidential Fitness Awards (I think Nixon started it) for athletics in young kids, so then the other kids had to run, too. Measured. Competing. All the boring stuff.

Which made me officially the third fastest kid in my grade. I was the fastest girl, by quite a bit, and when the boys I’d beaten tried to put me down about it I was having none of it–I’d outrun them fair and square and they knew it even if they didn’t like it.

Go Spencer go!

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I think it was Kennedy (or Johnson) who started the Presidential Fitness thing. We did it when I was in school in the 60’s. (I be older than dirt now!) (-:

Comment by Anne 04.24.22 @ 11:00 pm

Great picture! Go go go

Comment by ccr in MA 04.25.22 @ 9:03 am

The elementary I attended, was basically a long building (1 floor) and each room on the west side had a door that opened onto a huge grassy play ground. There were swings, but off to one side. My 4th grade room was one on the west side. Every now and then the teacher would open the door and tell us to run down to the field that was the west boundary of the school play ground and back. (Illinois) I don’t remember how ‘fast’ I was or where I came in order, lol, but I remember that run and back. It probably gave the teacher enough time to grab a coffee or (heavens) smoke a cigarette (not that I think she did), or more likely…a trip to the bathroom.

Comment by Helen Mathey-Horn 04.25.22 @ 12:23 pm

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