The elementary school I attended had an endearing charm. Towering trees lined the front, and the playground, a treacherous arena of scraped knees and elbows, was the center of our universe. Amidst the bullies and perils, the school managed to provide a moderately agreeable refuge.
My Whistle Pop Memories
My Whistle Pop Memories
My Whistle Pop Memories
The elementary school I attended had an endearing charm. Towering trees lined the front, and the playground, a treacherous arena of scraped knees and elbows, was the center of our universe. Amidst the bullies and perils, the school managed to provide a moderately agreeable refuge.