It was my first day of first grade. We had just moved into a new house, which meant that I was going to a new school. I stood by the front door, hair pulled back in clips, holding my Strawberry Shortcake lunch box so my mom could take my picture.
The Strawberry Shortcake lunch box. It was pink and white gingham with Strawberry Shortcake on the top. It was not metal; it was soft plastic, and I can still smell the scent of the it. I wouldn’t let my sisters touch it, and I was so excited to carry it to school that day. I had a quarter inside of the lunch box to buy milk. When lunch time rolled around, I didn’t know that I would be given a choice between regular milk and chocolate milk – I went with regular milk because I was afraid I would get in trouble if I bought chocolate milk.
The milk itself was not ice cold; it was barely cold. I didn’t know how to open the carton and one of the “lunch ladies” had to help me. The little straw was such a treat that I didn’t even mind that the milk wasn’t cold.
New school, new teacher (Mrs. Williams), new friends…the weirdest part of the day was having to sit next to a boy in class. A boy named Chris, whom I ended up going to school with all the way through high school, and thanks to Facebook, I still chat with occasionally.
Chris and I had an on again/off again relationship all the way through elementary school. I was his girlfriend, and then I wasn’t. And then I was again. When we were in second grade, he came to my birthday party and gave me a gold necklace with a little charm on it. I don’t remember what the charm was, but I do remember dropping the necklace down the sink and being so sad to have lost it.
The dress I had on that first day of school I had picked out by myself. Maybe at Kmart? Mervyns? I thought it was so pretty and I loved it. If I spun around quickly, the skirt poofed out, and it made me feel like a princess. It had a little flowered vest that tied in the middle, and when I got nervous, I rubbed the ends of the bow between my fingers.
I loved that dress, and still do. I didn’t know it, but my mom had put that dress away…that little blue flowered dress that should’ve went to my sisters as a hand-me-down. When I was in my 20’s, my Nana, who passed away last year, presented me with a gift. She had taken my little dress that I wore on my first day of school and made a quilt square out of it and framed it.
At the time, I didn’t appreciate the gift as much as I do now, and I put it away somewhere in a box in the garage, not taking care of it properly. Today, the frame is falling apart and I need to have it reframed…it’s on my never-ending “To Do” list, but that quilt square is one of the most important possessions that I have.
Also…what do you think of my new look? It’s much more me and I love it! It’s still under construction, so bear with me while I work out the kinks and get settled in