When I was little, my sister and I would play “school” for hours. Hours. At some point, our parents had acquired some real school desks – with compartments under the seat and slots on the top for pencils and everything – and we used those things constantly. We would place them somewhere and map out the house as our school. We had some old school books that had come from Salvation Army or somewhere, and we’d pack up a backpack and go to class. We would do actual work, straight out of the textbooks. There were designated places for our lockers and the gym. We would have elaborate paths for changing classes, and we would spend a fair amount of time arranging our class schedules.
I can only imagine what we were thinking. Still in elementary school ourselves, it is clear that we were emulating what we saw our older sister doing (being that she was in high school). I’m sure we imagined that we were “big kids,” too, and that the way we were doing it was exactly the way it would be when we got there one day. Our parents, though, must have thought it couldn’t get any better (or weirder), since much of our school-playing time took place during the summer.
Oh! I almost forgot one of the funnier aspects. We would make up names for our game, and nearly every time Ashley was “Tina” and I was “Amy.” I don’t have any idea where that came from.
Ashley (“Tina”) and me (“Amy”)
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we used to play school all the time. except i was mean to my sister. i'd be the teacher first and then quit playing when it was her turn to be the teacher!!
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