I just had a flashback--the truant officers came to my best friend, Rosie's, house and found us all piled up in the closet, hiding! They herded us out and piled us into the "squad" car and took us to school.
My dad put the fear of being grounded at home … and he was the one who turned us in. Whether I wanted to or not, it’s the last time I ever cut school!!
LOL! Lucky you for living in a place where there are no goathead stickers, granite shards from the local mountain range, and deceptively sunny days with chilly ground temperatures. At least you got to go to the market too. Good friend, there.
I think if any of those things were present, I could probably be found wearing socks. I like being barefoot, but I’m not a glutton for punishment. 🤣😁😂😁🤣😁😂 …
The western desert country is the place to wear boots if one is to keep from tearing one's feet apart. Maybe chaps too. Glad I don't live in Tucson. Everything is so prickly there. EVERYTHING! Even the critters.
Sweet C.J … l cut a lot of class in second last year of high school, usually on Wednesday afternoons… must have had Economics class 🤣🤣🤣. Thankfully, we never got caught 😆, the teacher probably didn’t realise we were missing 🤦🏼♀️😊
Hi C.J, yes l was lucky. I like the way your Dad dealt with it. l mainly just went to the beach, l would leave school at lunchtime… the beach was only a 10 minute walk. I was a very conscientious student otherwise. 😆😂😂
If we had a beach 10 minutes away, I would have cut classes a whole lot more often!
Dad told us years later, when he saw us that day, he went right home and called the school. He told them he saw me and Margie out driving around and asked the superintendent of schools to be sure and punish us.
Love his work … 🤣. When l was a grade 8 student manager, l went over to a local shopping centre to find the kids who had taken off - they never did that again 😂😂😂😂😂😂, it takes one to know one 😊🤣
Thank you, Wen. I feel if we were to look at anyone’s life, we would find in it a never-ending supply of stories to share.
Every person we meet, those we love, those we hug, places we live, trips we take, books we read, poems we write … everything that touches us, makes us who we are and leaves indelible footprints on our soul.
I just had a flashback--the truant officers came to my best friend, Rosie's, house and found us all piled up in the closet, hiding! They herded us out and piled us into the "squad" car and took us to school.
OH no! Did that keep you from ever skipping school again? How embarrassing …
Sounds like so much fun. I never got to cut school. The fear of God was put into me by the nuns. But boy did I want to plenty of times.
My dad put the fear of being grounded at home … and he was the one who turned us in. Whether I wanted to or not, it’s the last time I ever cut school!!
Smart girl
Yeah, I know. Smart but so unexciting! hhahaha
C J as I am you. I was just talking to another sub stacker this morning about how talented and thoughtful and kind you are. She agreed wholeheartedly.
I think the same about you, Kathleen —I don’t know the other substacker, so I can’t say, but thank you! Your words are very touching.
CJ, you are definitely exciting.
Kathleen, you're too kind. Thanks for being so supportive and I'm proud to have you as my friend.
I love flea markets, yard sales etc….fun fun!
… but you have to wear shoes 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣
I love to go barefoot forever.
LOL! Lucky you for living in a place where there are no goathead stickers, granite shards from the local mountain range, and deceptively sunny days with chilly ground temperatures. At least you got to go to the market too. Good friend, there.
I think if any of those things were present, I could probably be found wearing socks. I like being barefoot, but I’m not a glutton for punishment. 🤣😁😂😁🤣😁😂 …
The western desert country is the place to wear boots if one is to keep from tearing one's feet apart. Maybe chaps too. Glad I don't live in Tucson. Everything is so prickly there. EVERYTHING! Even the critters.
I’m glad I don’t live there either, Sue. Thank you.
I wish I had been a goody two-shoes like you, C.J. One forbidden day off in a year is a lot more exhilarating than one a week!
You skipped a day every week? You were brave!
Sweet C.J … l cut a lot of class in second last year of high school, usually on Wednesday afternoons… must have had Economics class 🤣🤣🤣. Thankfully, we never got caught 😆, the teacher probably didn’t realise we were missing 🤦🏼♀️😊
You were very fortunate, Simone. Schools don’t look too kindly on kids who cut classes —I found out the hard way. I hope you had fun when you did it.
😁😊😒
Hi C.J, yes l was lucky. I like the way your Dad dealt with it. l mainly just went to the beach, l would leave school at lunchtime… the beach was only a 10 minute walk. I was a very conscientious student otherwise. 😆😂😂
If we had a beach 10 minutes away, I would have cut classes a whole lot more often!
Dad told us years later, when he saw us that day, he went right home and called the school. He told them he saw me and Margie out driving around and asked the superintendent of schools to be sure and punish us.
Love his work … 🤣. When l was a grade 8 student manager, l went over to a local shopping centre to find the kids who had taken off - they never did that again 😂😂😂😂😂😂, it takes one to know one 😊🤣
That’s cute! What a life of stories to tell! Thanks, CJ!
Thank you, Wen. I feel if we were to look at anyone’s life, we would find in it a never-ending supply of stories to share.
Every person we meet, those we love, those we hug, places we live, trips we take, books we read, poems we write … everything that touches us, makes us who we are and leaves indelible footprints on our soul.
Yes, each of us has a life of stories to tell …
Happy Easter, Wen!
Ohh, one of THOSE fays!
Yeah, one of ‘those’ days. Thank you for your comment, Gary.
Thank you for the restack, George-Ann.
Happy Easter!
A big thank you to Harley King and Connie Casella for the restack!