It's Thursday and time for another post about my personal history. I've linked my post up here.
I attended first grade at Shasta Elementary School in Klamath Falls, Oregon. I remember my mom would walk me to the back fence of the school every morning. The school was only about a block away, but I remember and enjoyed those morning walks with my mom. I remember walking home by myself after school. I was very shy as a child. I remember sometimes kicking a rock all the way to school, hiding it and then kicking that same rock all the way home - keeping my head down all the way home.
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| My 6th birthday |
I don't have a lot of memories that stand out from school during first grade. My teacher was Mrs. Mathews. I remember that she was nice. I do remember that I didn't lose my first tooth that year - I think it was in second grade.
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| My first grade class photo |
I do remember that I enjoyed school and I especially liked reading. I did well in school, was quiet and listened and wanted to obey all the rules.
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| My first grade picture |
In my little "School years" scrapbook (shown in my birthday pictures above) - my new friends this year were:
Jessica, Angela, Desseree, Becky, Cheryl and Emily.
I played the piano (actually started Yamaha keyboard lessons at age 4).
When I grew up I wanted to be a teacher.
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| My family in 1984 - I was almost 6. |
Some other memories from this age. I remember watching for the school bus for my older siblings and calling to them when it would drive up our street.
I remember being in my pajamas, lying in the warm sunshine as it shone through our large living room windows.
Our house in Klamath Falls was 2 stories - split level entrance. There were 3 bedrooms 1 bath, kitchen, dining room and living room upstairs. Downstairs there were 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, office, and large family room. The family room downstairs was flat cement tile. One area had a large rug, but the back was all cement. I remember skating around in that area with my roller skates. I remember building a lot of forts back there too. My dad would bring home large refrigerator or other appliance boxes (left at the dumpster at his office building). I would make entire "houses" out of these boxes.
