BC (before kids), I taught elementary school for eight years. I loved it, and please don’t think I’m bragging when I say the kids loved me. Why? I have wondered about this in the 11 years I’ve now been away from the classroom. I think one reason is that I was very “real” and open with the kids – I would tell them things about my life, and things I remembered from my childhood. The kids just loved these stories, and now guess what? My own kids love hearing about when I was little.
Document Your Childhood Memories
A year or so ago, I thought I should probably start writing down the snippets I tell them about life when I was their age. I started, but alas I haven’t made much progress.
So, documenting some childhood memories is going to be a New Year’s Resolution for me. Of course, you can do this on your own, either in a notebook or in a Word document online.
Here’s a memory to start us out:
When I was little, every Saturday morning my dad went to a local doughnut shop and brought home a bag of rolls and doughnuts. My sisters and I loved this! I usually got a big roll (not a doughnut because it didn’t have a hole) with chocolate icing all over it. To make it even better, I would then smear peanut butter over it as well (maybe this explains my childhood weight issues). We loved our Saturday morning rolls! We would also watch cartoons on TV. Ones I remember (although these may not have been Saturday morning ones) are the Flintstones (my all-time favorite), and the Jetsons.