Sixth Grade

I started first grade in 1961. I went to Heathwood, and so did my brother, Paul. My sister, Louise, went to a public school, Crayton. Paul had a lot of issues passing first grade, so my parents thought the private school would be better. I was a very bad stutterer. My parents believed Heathwood would be a better match. The school only went to the sixth grade. When Paul went back to Crayton for Jr. High. I wanted to go to Crayton because most of my friends were at Crayton and most were a year younger. I was a little behind in school, so my parents thought it would be better to repeat fourth grade. I had some very good friends, but I was not very cute and had a bad speech problem, so I was not very popular in school and was picked on and teased a good bit. I was also teased and picked on really badly by my brother. Louise, on the other hand, was really cute and popular. I liked to tag along with her and follow her around, and she hated it. I always felt that my parents, especially my grandmother, liked her more than me. Days back then were so different from how they were for my girls and even more so for my grandchildren. After school, I usually rode my bicycle and played with friends. On Saturdays, I remember all the kids in my neighborhood would gather together to play outdoor games like dodgeball and kickball. We even had wars sometimes. Those days were so more carefree. I usually walked to school with my friends unless it was raining. I liked to color and paint, and I liked to make things. I remember I had something called creepy crawlers, and you poured this stuff, and it got hot and turned into a rubber material. Then they came out with one that made flowers, which I liked much better. I know I liked to play dress up, and I loved to play with Barbie dolls. I took ballet lessons, but I do not think I was that good at it. I enjoyed it. I did love swimming, and I still do. In the summertime, I would spend most of my time at the country club in the pool. For the most part, I had a happy childhood. My grandfather, Papa, passed away when I was ten, and that was the first time I had lost anyone. That was sad.

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