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It looked like chocolate, but it certainly didn't smell like itDo you mean a "Chocolate Surprise?"
It looked like chocolate, but it certainly didn't smell like itDo you mean a "Chocolate Surprise?"
This is very sweet! It's almost like the two of you were fated to be friends, with one having what the other needed/wanted and freely giving itIn later primary years I had a girlfriend whose mother always made her plain or curried egg sandwiches which she hated. As I had to make my own lunch (no fresh baked goodies for me) she would tell me what she wanted, jam, peanut paste or vegimite & we would swap. To this day I still love egg sandwiches.
I loved my mum, however no she never did express her being proud of me. And yet I could list where I made a high achievement, on every line of an A4 page without effort.Mum must have been so proud then!
I liked that the boys that cleared out the worms, chased the boys that did this with them.Hello everyone. My memory goes all the way back to1966, I was 7years young. At Pinewood Primary School, Melborne,the recess bell went. I remember I always go to the toilet. I heard all this screaming. Some naughty boys had thrown worms inthe girls toilet. No one wanted to go in. Some girls didn't mine treading on them or were they in desparet need to pee. A teacher came along & found 2 boys to clear the worms from the girls toilet. The boys were not happy. They did a good job, they made the girls smile. As for the boys that dumped the worms, the boys that cleared, threw them at them.
This memory is at the same school, same year, same age. The pinewood primary school had outside open wooden sheds with seats. Every second friday my sister would the fish chips meal from the takeaway shop, which was the canteen for the school. yummy of course.
This memory is also from the same school. In our class I can remember being a milk monitor. The task was to place a straw in each of the 200ml of white cream milk, pink was stawberry, & brown was chocolate. I always had the cream milk. I'm a baby boomer, the government provided the milk for us.
We didn't have computers. all excercise books, hand writing.
I remember a highshool memroy. Dickson High School, Canberra. 15 years of age. i was doing biology. My project that had to do, handwriting on a big sheet of cartdboard & drawings. It was all about snail's life, breeding. Not my favourite. I hate treading on them & hear the crunch. Yuk! I think I got a gold star.My memories go back to age 2. Amazing. Chrystal clear. I'm 64years young. Bye everyone, be kind to yourselves.
That's another thing about school --- the pressure to fit in was always so 'addicting', if you will, once you started becoming 'belonging'.It's not something, that I ever talk about, but back around 1965 when I was in grade 7 at Brentwood primary school (W.A) Murray hicks, (His father was a bikie) brought his dads entire collection of miniature alcohol bottles to school.
Evidently his Parents had had another very bad alcohol fueled domestic, so Murray took about thirty miniature bottles, his dad's entire alcohol collection, out of the cabinet and brought them to school.
And so, when the teacher stepped out. Murray stood up and made an end of year announcement and began handing and throwing them out a couple of people lined up.
I think mine was Tia maria, but I'm not certain, as there was a lot of different types consumed rather quickly on that day.
By the time our English teacher returned, we were all quite sozzled because we had swapped drinks between each other, and some had downed at least three bottles. The girls were the most hilarious because they were also doing something totally out of character.
After that bonding session, we all got on much better. We all got the cuts too so that also cemented the memory.
I know I know that was terrible thing for children to do.
Little Johnny Pink really was a naughty boy (some of those stories are true) in my innocence, however. I remember it was the first time in seven years that I fitted in with "THE GANG".
Peer pressure, I had too, downing the drinks was something that those young aussie larrikins felt, was the thing to do.
For a lot of children and their parents and the teachers involved, it was a memorable thing and well, it was quite funny too as I recall.
The room had lift up desks back then and a couple of fellow classmates' boys and girls raised them up high and had repeatedly chanted, the sound beruughh!
The rest of the class were splayed on their seats and giggling, it was straight out of a comedy movie, and I was a glassy eyed character playing my part in it. It's not a thing a young person can easily forget and yes it would be recorded in the school register.
I got seriously scolded when I got home, as I feel sure everyone did. This happened on the last day, after we had all sat for our end of year exams. And I know I will most probably be scolded for saying it. But it certainly finished off the end of 7 years of school, on a high note.
THE GANG never worried about me after that, as the years moved on. I lived in a tough Neiborhood back then, gunshot sounds, people screaming at each other, things smashing, cars revving etc. were common sounds.
I wanted no part of the local gang culture (up to fifteen pushbikes) and it had caused problems, so in a way that bonding session must've got them thinking, let's leave the weird kid, Johnny Pink alone, he's alright.
(I posted this childhood memory at first, that we had lined up however, I remembered the incident and have corrected it)
Who doesn't love it when the meanies get their due! Loved reading 'Payback was so sweet, taught them all not to mess with us again.'One fond memory amongst many I have is when the class elected me and a young boy who was developmentally impaired, his speech and co ordination weren’t good and he struggled to cope with learning, as class captains. They were being nasty to me as I wore glasses and had freckles so they thought I was “not as good as them”. Well one of our jobs was to monitor the class behaviour while the teacher was out of the classroom, and write the names of pupils whose behaviour wasn’t as expected on the blackboard. We did this with a vengeance much to the disgust of our fellow students. Taught them a valuable lesson about picking on people just because they were ?different. Every one of the class had their names put on the board multiple times during our six months as captains. Most of them started to behave as expected during this time, they got sick of getting detention or into trouble before we got sick of writing their names on the board. Payback was so sweet, taught them all not to mess with us again.
'They did their best' is perhaps something any parent would love for their kids to say of them one day... What a way to tug at the heartstrings...I loved my mum, however no she never did express her being proud of me. And yet I could list where I made a high achievement, on every line of an A4 page without effort.
I couldn't reach my mother as she was not near the phone, but I rang my father once, from the phone in the wings of the Sydney Opera house for a prominent event I was in.
I told him I'm just ringing dad, so you'll wish me luck, I told him where I was and what I was about to do and he said "Oh I have to go" and hung up. ha ha ha.
Not everyone gets supportive parents, it's the luck of the draw. Both of mine were from orphanage's when they met and they both had terrible times with Nuns and Brothers, so once I found this out as a kid, I understood.
They did their best (RiP)
Really appreciate these snippets of a life a long time ago, @Jenelle Maree! I was wondering why on Earth would the boys have done that, but it's probably that phase of being a boy where they grow horns and be little rascals... Good thing most of us outgrow it That, or maybe we just get better at hiding them, haha!Hello everyone. My memory goes all the way back to1966, I was 7years young. At Pinewood Primary School, Melborne,the recess bell went. I remember I always go to the toilet. I heard all this screaming. Some naughty boys had thrown worms inthe girls toilet. No one wanted to go in. Some girls didn't mine treading on them or were they in desparet need to pee. A teacher came along & found 2 boys to clear the worms from the girls toilet. The boys were not happy. They did a good job, they made the girls smile. As for the boys that dumped the worms, the boys that cleared, threw them at them.
This memory is at the same school, same year, same age. The pinewood primary school had outside open wooden sheds with seats. Every second friday my sister would the fish chips meal from the takeaway shop, which was the canteen for the school. yummy of course.
This memory is also from the same school. In our class I can remember being a milk monitor. The task was to place a straw in each of the 200ml of white cream milk, pink was stawberry, & brown was chocolate. I always had the cream milk. I'm a baby boomer, the government provided the milk for us.
We didn't have computers. all excercise books, hand writing.
I remember a highshool memroy. Dickson High School, Canberra. 15 years of age. i was doing biology. My project that had to do, handwriting on a big sheet of cartdboard & drawings. It was all about snail's life, breeding. Not my favourite. I hate treading on them & hear the crunch. Yuk! I think I got a gold star.My memories go back to age 2. Amazing. Chrystal clear. I'm 64years young. Bye everyone, be kind to yourselves.
Friendships like your warm my heart always @katdragon2010. I find that time can be vicious especially with relationships --- but then again there are those like yours that it only makes strongerAt the beginning of year ten in high school, a new girl was introduced to the class. She had just arrived from Ireland and knew no-one. I had a spare seat next to me and indicated she should sit there. We became best friends and basically inseparable. We are still best friends - and that was over fifty years ago. She lives a couple of hours away and we don't see each other as often as we would like. However, when we do get together, it's like we saw each other yesterday and it's like we are continuing the same conversation.
I didn't fit in because I stood out. I was the fattest kid in my class after grade five, when I developed a blood clot issue from being sprigged at footy.That's another thing about school --- the pressure to fit in was always so 'addicting', if you will, once you started becoming 'belonging'.
I have a tale of 2 mates at school, from grade 2 to high school. Let me shorten the story my best friend and I went through these classes together always sat next to eachother until teacher's accused me or Barry for cheating ,we got moved me at the front Barry at the back. Come end of year exams either Barry or myself always ended up with same marks usually 98% or 99% as at our school you could not get 100%, it did not matter what subject, math science ,being an area school we did woodwork and sheetmetal work the same result, unfortunately my best friend meet his fate in am accident, but still have very fond memories of him and school days.What is the most unforgettable story from your school days?
Hey members!
How have you all been? I missed our get-to-know sessions. And with that, I’m here to give a life update.
I’ve been sleeping like a champion these past few weeks, and the dreams that come with it are pure magic. Just last night, I was transported to the carefree days of my primary school, surrounded by classmates eagerly opening our lunch boxes filled with homemade treats and trading snacks with gleeful abandon. As I opened my lunch box surrounded by classmates, the giggles, the enticing aroma of homemade treats, and the thrill of swapping snacks flooded my senses, transporting me back to a cherished era of childhood wonder.
To be honest, that dream kept popping up in my dreams every now and then. Perhaps, it’s a core memory?
But enough about me—I want to hear YOUR incredible stories! What is the most unforgettable tale from your school days? Was it a hilarious mishap during a science experiment, an epic adventure on the playground, or a heartwarming moment of friendship? Let’s embark on this journey down memory lane together.