It's Memory Lane Friday and today's topic is a memory from first grade. Everyone is welcome to link up their memories.
Back in first grade was when they started reading groups. There were four reading groups, and each of the groups was in a different corner of the classroom. Wonder if they still break classes up into different reading groups, based on ability level? Seems there would be a nicer way to handle it. At any rate, I was in the advanced reading group because I'd been reading for a while already.
So one day we were in reading group and I was wiggling away at a loose tooth. Wiggle wiggle wiggle. All of the sudden, to my horror, it fell out! I sat there with the detached tooth in my mouth and didn't know what to do. Should I say something? I was such a timid child, that I couldn't imagine speaking up. Gradually, I slipped the loose tooth into my pocket, and never said a word. I was upset all day over that tooth.
When I got home, though, and found out about the existence of the tooth fairy, I felt much better. And when I got makeup for playing dress up under my pillow the next morning, I was feeling great about the whole thing, and couldn't wait to lose my next tooth!