tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22647327.post1890144228336590810..comments2023-11-02T08:28:30.771-05:00Comments on Choice Central: A Place for Choosers: March In Like A Lion . . .Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05265615183804178890noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22647327.post-75155155040651024262008-03-02T15:08:00.000-06:002008-03-02T15:08:00.000-06:00My favorite memory is the day in second grade when...My favorite memory is the day in second grade when my mother let me bring my newborn baby brother in for show and tell. I had been an only child for 7 years, and I was *so* proud of that baby! <BR/><BR/>By the way, I tagged you on my blog. And there's a contest, too. So ... check it out! :-)<BR/><BR/>http://booksandbairns.blogspot.com/2008/03/meme-and-contest.htmlmary gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11028269181342950218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22647327.post-9781207477892068232008-03-02T10:38:00.000-06:002008-03-02T10:38:00.000-06:00Am I too late to play?My favorite memory from Elem...Am I too late to play?<BR/><BR/>My favorite memory from Elementary school is from 6th grade. My mom let me join the "band". This was an experiment for me. We joined the band and learned to play our instrument of "choice". But the band teacher started at the beginning of the alphabet and by the time he got to "T" there weren't too many "choice" instruments left. So I was given a trumpet to learn to play. I didn't mind too much...but it wasn't a flute or clarinet!<BR/><BR/>I learned to play trumpet and played for the next 7 years! It was great to do my best and win "first chair" from the snotty boys who didn't think a girl was good enough!Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01718101291472548084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22647327.post-81630857996109587192008-03-02T09:05:00.000-06:002008-03-02T09:05:00.000-06:00One happy memory was in 3rd grade. I loved Mrs. D...One happy memory was in 3rd grade. I loved Mrs. Denbow in 3rd grade. :D <BR/><BR/>We were to put together a poem book. One requirement was it had to have a specific number of poems. <BR/><BR/>I was in the kitchen as Mom was preparing supper and told her I needed one more! She wrote this off the top of her head:<BR/><BR/>There once was a girl named Joyce<BR/>Who usually had her choice,<BR/>Of what to wear<BR/>And what to eat<BR/>And what to put upon her feet. <BR/><BR/>Now in all honesty, we ate what was put before us and I probably only had a pair of shoes for church and one for all the rest of life but... my mom wrote it for ME and I still remember it! :D<BR/><BR/>I was extra happy to include drawings with some of the poems AND to make a cover for my poem book. :D Wallpaper cover with a fuzzy velvet wallpaper choice. (I still have the book.)<BR/><BR/>Just sharing my story... but will bow out of the contest for others to have a turn. ;) <BR/><BR/>Wow! Soon!!Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07744934071003824168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22647327.post-75770234340738975122008-03-01T22:32:00.000-06:002008-03-01T22:32:00.000-06:00In the third grade I learned all the planets and h...In the third grade I learned all the planets and how to multiply but my favorite was when we made puppets and I loved my puppet...it was the first thing I wielded with my own two hands, noone found him as grand as I did but I thought he was great...hard to make and truly rewarding...I wonder where that guy is??<BR/>AngieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22647327.post-72221207425931274292008-03-01T09:02:00.000-06:002008-03-01T09:02:00.000-06:00What else but "Show and Tell"? Show and tell was t...What else but "Show and Tell"? Show and tell was the greatest. If I told my show and tell story Id be a shoe-in to victory, however, I wont be entering this contest because I want to see the prizes go else where...:)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15241850657613951857noreply@blogger.com