I'm so old I Remember when:

No souvenirs, either. I kept paper airline tickets, train tickets, concerts, movies, all kinds of tickets as souvenirs.
Maybe that's why elaborate scrapbooking is so popular, now. With no more paper souvenirs, they've got to fill up the page with other stuff.
DS has solved the passport/souvenir issue, though. He gets stickers. His travel case looks like a modern version of an old 40's suitcase - hard shell with a sticker from every place he's been. His car is his "passport stamp book," with duplicates on the windows and bumper.
 
Teasing my mom when she was on the phone, and her not able to reach is us.... waiting for the modem to load, breaking a cassette tape, forgetting to rewind vhs for return to rental lol watching my teachers fingers bleed from using all the chalk and chalkboard
I actually miss the old chalkboards, sometimes. There's something very satisfying about using them instead of the whiteboards of today. The Smart Boards are pretty cool, though. No more obnoxious pull-down movie screens!
 
I actually miss the old chalkboards, sometimes. There's something very satisfying about using them instead of the whiteboards of today. The Smart Boards are pretty cool, though. No more obnoxious pull-down movie screens!
I like chalkboards for historical reasons but also, markers and I don’t really mix. Somehow I always end up marking myself in addition to the whiteboard.
 
I was used to early death, my first remembrance is when I was in elementary school, there was a boy on the bus everyone was afraid of ( he must habe been in grad 4, maybe) I was young and unafraid and sat beside him, he held my hand ( I still remember his hand being very warm) about 2 weeks later they told he had died ( I am not sure of what, some sort of infection)
Bless you for your kind heart. I'm sure your gesture meant so very much to your classmate. ❤️‍🩹
 
I remember the first time I learned about death. We had 4 first grade classrooms in a line down a wing of our elementary school. Early, very early in our first few days of school the teacher in room number 2 was killed in a car wreck. It took a while to sink in for most of us just what had happened. Then not many months later one of my classmates dad was killed when he crashed into the end of a bridge very near our school. Later one of my classmates died on evening after school at home from Spinal Meningitis. By the 10th 8 grade death had riddle the school and the most known blow came when a carload of wild boys were involved in a car crash that killed the driver who was the school bully. One classmate in the car that survived wore a scar that reminded all the drinking and driving didn't miss well.
 

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