MEMORIES Community Group
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind, Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine. Come here and remember,, the good times and the bad.
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind, Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine. Come here and remember,, the good times and the bad.
You know. when I was in about the 3rd of 4th grade the boy in the very last row in the school room ran up to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek then ran back to his seat.. this all took place in a matter of seconds. I remember being supprised and not a sound was heard in the classroom, no one laughed they all just went on with their work. When recess time came I walked over to him tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned around I smacked him in the face. as long as I live I will never forget the hurt look in his eyes. i have always regreted doing such an unkind thing. I think that was the first time I felt regret.. I still wondeer how he felt.
Blessings