"Walt" wrote in message
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katy wrote:

Nothing new there...the elementary school that I attended in the 50's and
50's couldn't pay their liability insurance for 3 years
straight...couldn't use the playground, play any running or ball games.
We were allowed to play jumprope guess no one thought of the straggling
factor...kids didn't normally kill other kids back then...) They took the
teeters off the totter, unhooked the swings and chained off the slide.
They chained the merry-go-round so it was stationary...was a
bummer...recess was boting as heck...

You had a playground? And Recess? Wow. You were one of the priviliged
kids, weren't you?

All we had was a hole in the ground, and they wouldn't even let us use
that. All we could do was stare longingly at the hole, hoping against
hope that we could somehow someday get into that soft cool dark depression
to blot out the monotony that was childhood. But we were grateful for at
least having that small amount of hope.

In catholic school, we had a theme song for our hole.
"Holy Holy Holy!"
Scout
- sure to burn on the lava lakes, for the blasphemy thing, and for havin' a
good long look at Cathy R----'s panties in 6th grade while she was fanning
her sweaty thighs! I'll burn for sure!!