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» Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Tuesday Twosome When you were a kid... 1. What two things did you do when it rained? Read. Watched television. Heaven forbid I should go out and play in it; my mother was afraid I'd get sick. (But I still had to walk to school in it. Drove my mother nuts; if I'd forgotten to take an umbrella and it was jacket weather, I'd put my jacket over my schoolbooks instead of over me. [We didn't do backpacks back then.] She never seemed to get it that the paper wrinkled but *I* didn't.) 2. What two things did you do when you had a rain/snow day and didn't have to go to school? There are such things as rain days? We went to school even if animals were walking the streets two-by-two. On snow daysah, snow days! You went out in the snow and played, of course. Coasting, sliding, snowballing, just walking in the snow. Going outside in the snow was much more fun than going outside in the summer. When you got done playing you went inside and Mom made you hot soup for lunch and you watched Jeopardy (it was on at noon back then, hosted by Art Fleming) and then either you played with your toys or read or watched Mom's soap operas, or you went outside and played some more. 3. What two subjects in school were your favorites? English/reading and art in elementary school. English and history in the upper grades. Math...suck, suck, suck. Barbie is rightmath is hard (well at least algebra and trig were; geometry was fun). Science was okay as long as it was "earth science," interesting things like anthropology or fossils or astronomy or geology. Biology and chemistry were a bore. 4. Who were two of your best friends? Linda Azzoli when I was small and then Sherrye Davis from sixth grade on. 5. What/who did you dream you would grow up to be? I wanted to write books and have an apartment in Boston. Oh, well. That's real life. |