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The Milk at little lunch
The only memory I have of that 1st day at school was at little lunch
when we were lined up for the dreaded milk that had sat in the sun all morning.
I took one gulp and spewed all over myself and the Mother Superior (it was a Catholic school)
got a note from my Dad and never had to drink that milk again. BTW Kindy was the best time of my life with new friends and fun.
