I guess I was like the little Honda Motorcycle the 60’s song sings about . Ist year your alright 2nd year your well I guess you get the message . 1st grade I did great in school 2nd grade I was doing real good 3rd grade well I was starting to feel my oats . I had a teacher
bless her sweet heart . She must have been every bit of 60 or 70 years old and she new every trick in the book . Dear old Mrs. Jackson taught geography. I had the cutest blonde headed girl sitting right smack dab in front of me and she had the most beautiful long curly hair you can even imagine. I just couldn’t keep little fingers out of it . I played with it so hard one day that I actually pulled it . I guess I wanted to take some home with me . Do you know Mrs. Jackson made me do in front of the whole class? She made wear a baby bonnet and suck a baby bottle all day long . To a third grade boy that was embarrassing and do you know what . I DIDN’T DO IT AGAIN . I have no idea what that girls name was . I just remember her hair and dear Mrs. Jackson . I also learned my states and capitals that year too .