I ride by nearly every school in our county at least once a week in my comings and goings, including some sites where schools once stood, and my memories usually tap me on the heart and say, “Remember those days?” I can’t forget them, nor do I want to.
Perhaps the fondest memories I have of school days involve recess time, when we could escape from desks, books and teachers, and run wild outside with our friends. I can picture the playground so well in my mind, filled with laughter and innocence of children who had no idea how quickly the years would pass and how soon they’d be adults.
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