Thursday, August 11, 2022

the sand box

 This morning my west coast brother texted me and told me that today is Play in the Sand Day, and that brought back such a happy memory that I decided to share it.  This memory goes way back.  I had a wonderful kindergarten teacher named Audrey Wendolyn.  I thought she was beautiful.  During the year she was my teacher, she got married, and, joy of joys, invited all of her students to the wedding.  My mommy took me and it was dream making.  Watching her walk down the aisle was like watching a fairytale play out.  I have no idea what the groom looked like but I'm sure they 'lived happily ever after.' After the wedding my mommy bought me a bride doll to remember the event.  Do you remember those pre-Barbie dolls that came in square, flat boxes with a clear top, so you could see the doll's dress spread out in a circle?

But about playing in sand, my only other clear memory of kindergarten is the sandbox.  It was actually a sand table, so I could stand up to play in the sand.  This was nice at a time when little girls wore skirts to school.  The sand was clean and white and felt wonderful running through my fingers.  Such a lovely tactile memory. 

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