Age 9 or 4th Grade
This was the year I wrote about the life of a seahorse for testing at school & then my writing got published in an educator's journal as an example of a Distinguished piece of writing. My mom thought it was a big deal & I was just excited about the $25.00 I got paid!
I also did my fair share of trying to help around school (aka brown-nosing) & I cleaned off the chalk from this brick wall outside the school door with a couple of friends. It was an area that was under a roof, so it never got rained on to get washed off, but all these kids would bang erasers (back when we had chalkboards) on the wall. We cleaned it off & the principal mentioned us over the loudspeaker at the end of the day. I felt like a big deal. Can you tell I was a bit of a teacher's pet?
I also remember we had D.A.R.E. at school that year. No offense to the D.A.R.E. people, but I find it completely ineffective. For one thing - how great can it be when your assigned police officer/D.A.R.E. instructor later gets arrested for drug charges? Not so awesome. I can still clearly see his big black shoes & I can hear him telling us about how a guy he knew one time had to get skin from his butt put in the inside of his lip because he used tobacco dip too much. Gross.
All my memories are centering around school right now, but those are my most distinct memories of the elementary school ages. As we get into middle school later, I have more memories in my personal life.