Sometimes the unrelenting summer sun gets my brain to sizzling and causes it to reflect on years gone by and how we spent our summers between school years. And it also brings to mind memories of dashing from class to class to beat the tardy bell, and the years we were supposed to be learning stuff. Reflect with me, if you will, and if you’re a product of those special years.
You might be a DeSoto Bulldog if you never attended a middle school because there was no such thing, and you went to junior high school instead. If you remember vehicles in the student parking lots that had gun racks as well as glass packs, you were there. Remember the junior parking lot, unpaved, and in between Gibson Street and the track?
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