Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Happy Birthday, Samith! (Happy Birthday, Cricket – if you’re reading this from Kitty Heaven.)
Ah, this is such an exciting time for the young children – the candy, the cards, the candy, the cookies, the candy. Ahhh. Good times.
It takes me back to fourth grade, when our teacher decided to veer from the normal routine of having each child make their own individual box or bag. No, this year we were going to make a gigantic Valentine mailbox! Looking back on it, I’m not sure how that worked. Did we each just bring one valentine? Did we all dump our 20+ Valentines in there, stir them around, and just pass out handfuls randomly? I don’t know, because the memory is completely overshadowed by the fact that I went over to help decorate the box….. and I wasn’t part of the decorating group.
What?
What??
Whaaaa?
All the ‘cool’ kids were gathered around that giant box, laughing and cutting and gluing and having a grand old time, and when I tried to help I was met with a cold, “No, Lauren. We are doing this.”
Whaaaa?
….. but…. I like gluing….
(I should go under hypnosis to see how that whole scene really played out. I bet I was a real pill in fourth grade.)
Brad says
I’ve been very curious about whether hypnosis could help me remember a day in the life of Brad in elementary school. I think it would be fun. But the internet says hypnosis can’t do that. Dang.
I do remember the pure joy in making an individual Valentine’s Day card box one year. I don’t remember what grade it was, but I do remember that there was much cutting of white, pink, and red construction paper. There was also much gluing.
Lloyd says
I don’t see how the can say it didn’t work. I see it working almost every week on those Crime Scene type shows. They must not watch enough TV.
Beth says
I alternately loved and hated Valentine Mailboxes.
I love, love, loved the IDEA of them. But as a perfectionist child, the reality of them caused considerable amounts of stress.
Because the perfect picture in my mind rarely was PERFECT on the box and that made the OCD Beth weep. But only on the inside, because the OCD Beth didn’t want to cry at school. Ever.
Kristi says
This sounds like something that would happen to Charlie Brown. I’m sure, though, that your valentines were the prettiest of all of them.
Peggy says
One thing’s for sure….those kids couldn’t have been the cool kids!
I remember one Valentines Day in elementary school when Michael Peters, who I sat next to, used my sweater to tie our chairs together. I remember thinking that was so sweet. (I’m very low maintenance) He lives Hawaii now & works for a movie company.