And not very often. In my first through third grade, I went to a little red brick school house. It was the classic. . .the desks even had an ink well. . It was that old.. I guess long before the invention of the pencil. School was only a block from home, so I went home every day. If you wanted a school lunch, you were bussed to the high school. Remember this fact, as it plays a role in what I'm about to say.
After that, I ate in the school cafeterias. Well, except when we had leftover turkey. Then I brown bagged a turkey and mayonaise sandwich. THAT was my favorite. Now. . when I think of that. And James' egg salad sandwiches. . . how is it that we never got salmonella poisoning.
Now, my heart wrenching story.
As I said, in my first three years, I went home for lunch. On Friday morning they would sell tickets to the home football game. Money in hand, I proudly bought a ticket for the first time. I was a big boy. Later on, in the morning, the teacher held up a ticket and said if you have one like this come with me. And they put me on a bus.
When we arrived at the high school, we were led to the cafeteria. . . it was a lunch ticket. Well, to make a long story short. . . .when I didn't come home, my mother went to school to see where I was.
She waited there. . . and when I got off the bus, I ran to her, crying . . "MOMMY. . . I didn't go to a football game. They made me eat!"
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Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/18/2019 02:25PM by RAMbeau.
