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Every morning in Mrs. Hoplamazian’s second grade class, we sang songs. We sang any song we felt like, ranging from the national anthem, to Disney songs, while Mrs. Hoplamazian played along on the piano. Every day my friends in Mrs. Capocasel’s class across the hall would complain to me at recess that they had to [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at April 1st, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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He took my pencil. He wouldn’t give it back. I got mad and then next thing you know, I bit him.
I was in second grade and it was my first year in Jarrettown Elementary School. I moved from Cedar Grove Christian Academy in Philadelphia to this suburban area. I had no friends at this time [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 28th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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My neighbor, Alex, has an especially large backyard. The yard extends into the outskirts of a nature-hiking walk area. The actual path for the nature-hike walk is located deep within the overgrowth of nature. My older brother Tim and I noticed that the area looked similar to a jungle which naturally excited us. We started [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 28th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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I was only six years old, way too young to be roller skating by myself… or so my young mind constantly insisted. Despite my serious fear of the rink, my family still thought Saturday night pizza and roller skating at the Warrington Skating Rink was a perfect way to spend the evening. Although I knew [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 27th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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We walked obediently in line towards the art room, our fingers over our mouths and our feet in line with Miss Epstein’s. We whispered through our “hushing” fingers, excited to see what holiday project Mrs. Wilkinson had in store for our second grade class. We filed into the room, hurried carefully past the supplies [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 26th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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Babysitters are stupid. It’s that simple. One of my old babysitters, Gina, who also helped out at my preschool, used to dunk my head while I took a bath, practically drowning me. This same one also played computer games nonstop while my sister and I beat each other up. Years after, we had a [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 26th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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I really wanted my mom to bring out the cake. It was my ninth birthday, and the sounds of the Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears could be heard in the background of my small, girly party. My party was being held outside on my back porch in the breezy month of May, and it happened [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 24th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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