There was a strange hump in the playing field at my old school. We used to make up all sorts of reasons for it being there, the most popular being that it was a girl who died after falling off the high wall next to it. The headteacher buried her there, and obviously did a bad job of it.
A child’s imagination is a dark abyss sometimes.
Ha! Did you ever go back and dig up the mound? Maybe it was true!
Finding secret hiding places was always great as a kid. There was a wooden tunnel in my elementary school’s playground where teachers couldn’t see you. One of my friends and I stayed in there unnoticed after recess had ended. We did that by accident due to our undeveloped sense of time, but once we realized it felt kind of cool and rebellious to have gotten away with our own private extended recess.
Wow,, how cool! I always loved tunnels. There was one in front of my Grandma’s house that was a storm drain. My friend and I ventured as far as we could without flashlights. It was great!
Reminds me of shop class in my high school years.
Bob Frank. A walrus of a man, had two rules:
“Don’t dick around with the power tools!”
“And it’s only breaking to rules if I catch you doing it!”
We had many a pot smoking poker game in the supply closet!
LOL! That’s great! That wasn’t one of his rules!
I remember my school had a standalone shed that stored all the playground equipment. Never hung out in there but remember it was dark inside (no lights), and it being a HUGE privilege when a teacher would let one of us go in to get something (like a ball or the velcro flags for flag football). It was like entering a fortress of fun!
Oh yeah! Velcro flags! Cones too!
I recall the big mesh bag full of foam dodgeballs.. but that was only a circumstantial detail to the time me and two buddies slapped some big hornets nests off the ceiling in the storage room. everything was okay for a bit, but just as we got started, everyone started scattering.. I hid under the bleachers for two hours with my tape recorder full of music, then walked home after 4 ‘o clock hit
oppan GUNGNAM STYLE!
Ha! The bag of balls! That’s right!
Wow, that’s a story! I always hated bees and basically any flying insects!
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