Elementary school is a time where lunches are extra sticky with applesauce, classrooms are chock-full with horseplay and petty fights, and physical education is filled with pants less children? Magnolia Park Elementary School was the place that I called home from grades one through four. Every day was filled with complete excitement being that I had two of my very best friends – Julie and Rachel – in my homeroom class. Julie, Rachel, and I were like peas and carrots; we went to language arts, math, the restroom, and even recess connected at the hip. There was an equilibrium when we had all three pieces of the puzzle. I preferred for us to be called the tripod, but there was not a unanimous vote on that name for the group, suggestions ranging from the Jackson three to the
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The entire blue team lined up horizontally by the cones as if we were soldiers ready for battle. The eye contact was intense as we faced our 4”8’ opponents on the red side. Our physical education teacher, Mr. Dolly, was standing in the middle of the field. His polyester, sleeveless, blue shirt hugged his spherical beer belly, as he took an extensive blow on his sliver whistle to commence the game.
Running at top speed toward each other, the blue and red teams merge. Julie is separated from me in the midst of the collaboration of the teams, but I am confident for I had just acquired one of the red team’s flags. I run as fast is my petite legs will allow me to back to the blue side. I somehow made three successful trips crosswise and back, without having the opposing team’s flag taken away from me. The red team’s score was 17, while my team had 18. Our crew needed two more points in order to win the game, so the competitiveness of the students was at its peak. Carlos, a fellow classmate, darted across the field towards the enemy’s side; I mimicked his actions. As I was sprinting, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I could feel the breeze beating against my face, and my
The entire blue team lined up horizontally by the cones as if we were soldiers ready for battle. The eye contact was intense as we faced our 4”8’ opponents on the red side. Our physical education teacher, Mr. Dolly, was standing in the middle of the field. His polyester, sleeveless, blue shirt hugged his spherical beer belly, as he took an extensive blow on his sliver whistle to commence the game.
Running at top speed toward each other, the blue and red teams merge. Julie is separated from me in the midst of the collaboration of the teams, but I am confident for I had just acquired one of the red team’s flags. I run as fast is my petite legs will allow me to back to the blue side. I somehow made three successful trips crosswise and back, without having the opposing team’s flag taken away from me. The red team’s score was 17, while my team had 18. Our crew needed two more points in order to win the game, so the competitiveness of the students was at its peak. Carlos, a fellow classmate, darted across the field towards the enemy’s side; I mimicked his actions. As I was sprinting, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I could feel the breeze beating against my face, and my