When I was in second grade, our family lived on a military base. It seemed idyllic to me — I could walk or bike to the library and to school, and it felt very safe and secure to me. The back yard of our house faced into a huge open play space that was shared by all of our neighbors — I loved the sense of being part of one really big family.
My second-grade teacher was excellent — she knew how to motivate me and draw out my best academic efforts. I think that second grade was one of the happiest times of my life.
So when I visited that same military base, today, I couldn’t resist the temptation to take a few pictures of the school I attended.
It looks unused, now, with another brand-new elementary school having been erected just down the street, but I remember attending there as if it were yesterday (or maybe last week).
Project 365, Day 152
Tim
I didn’t know you had second grade here!
Our chapel meets in an old DOD school here….looks a lot like this. ::grin:: I loved your thoughts on the big open play area between houses. Stacia keeps telling us the problem with “America” is the fences…..she associates our no fence neighborhood fun with Japan and not the military community…..but I’m seeing how rare it is to have that ready made community.