I remember Mrs. Granger playing the harpsichord when we'd we'd sing "Baa Baa, Black Sheep" during music time.
That little scarlet-colored velour shirt was one of my favorite things in the entire world. I wonder if that's why I'm not repelled by velour track pants...
I told David he colored too hard for me to be his friend:
He used to pick on me on the bus, and my mom told me he probably just liked me. Boys are so ridiculous.
Siv Gut (sue goot) used to tickle our faces with the ends of her braids:
I later used that move to torture my little sister at home.
I sold a lot of candy, apparently:
I have no idea why I wasn't wearing the Hershey hat. I vaguely remember it being in my house at some point, so I know I got one. Rad.
I would ride the merry-go-round, but not the teeter-totter. That thing terrified me, and I always ended up on them with someone on the other end who thought it was funny to keep me in the air. I felt about 30 feet in the sky and would FREAK OUT.
Here was our guidance counselor's office, where a Duso the Dolphin hand puppet taught us life lessons:
This was also the room (about the size of a large closet) where the girls were told all about our periods several years later and were then sent home with boxes of sample feminine hygiene products.
I had a record that read this book to me, and I listened to it A LOT, and made sure no one would steal it:
I seemed to write inside the covers of my books an awful lot. Now, I can barely stand to bend a page corner.
I had an early appreciation for all things girly, including the pretend blowdryer that came with this set:
I wonder how many lip glosses would fit into that pink plastic case?