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Mack's Landing The little, one room schoolhouse neglected in overgrown brush, weeds grow out of cracks in steps that lead up to the main entrance. Once laughter filled the playground, along with fresh cut grass and myrtle with showy bright purple flowers. Each day I hiked dirt roads to school proudly toting my new lunch pail, making sure everyone noticed Howdy Doody and Clarabelle. Inside, the sandwich and cookies, lovingly wrapped by tender hands, waited to be eaten for lunch. The waxed paper, saved to sit on, would make the slide so slippery I'd fly down, squealing with delight. I played jacks on the front steps with Alice and Jane. I hated boys! Wished they didn't pull my pigtails and pick on me all the time, or did I? |
Additional Notes:
Mack's Landing was the name of the little school house I attended from kindergarten through 6th grade and was about a country block and a half away from where I lived.
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