#tbt: Tales of a second-grade Laura

What did living my best life look like in second grade? Apparently it involved roller skates. And working toward that elusive two block adventure..

Can we also pause for the cause a moment though and appreciate how good I was at cursive at age 7 and a half?

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#tbt: Tales of a third-grade Laura

Today, we visit the subject of being a parent. And what it apparently meant to me, at age 8.

First, to be a mom:

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You only get school clothes and trolls. Oh and school supplies.

To be a dad:
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I am so glad I didn’t end up a father because I do not want to be a band director, however I would be a better one than the guy currently doing the job my dad was doing when I was 8. Also can we note that when you’re 8, $40-$50 a month is BANK.

#tbt: Tales of a third-grade Laura

Ohhhhhh you guys. Have I got a treat for you.

My parents are attempting to clean out some of the million boxes of things in their basement, which includes giving us kids some of our old stuff they’ve kept. A couple weeks ago, I collected one box from ’em – with such gems in it as Rachel’s lava lamp (whoops), my A Knight’s Tale poster (R.I.P. Heath Ledger) aaaaaand, a notebook of mine from third grade.

You see, my third-grade teacher, Mrs. Kleinhans (who also taught me in second-grade and is probably my all-time fave), had us keep a daily journal in her class. She would write a short prompt on the board and we had to write something based off that prompt. (Fun fact: Sometimes she drew pictures and we’d have to write what we thought they were.)

There are some GLORIOUS entries in there, which brings us to this new feature here on the blog for TBT. We’re going to take a walk down memory lane and revisit the beginnings of my career as a writer. You can see the talent even then.

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You would be playing. WE GET IT, DAMN.

Also: Look at that phenomenal penmanship. Thanks, Mrs. Kleinhans!