Good old golden rule days!

In my early years school started right after Labor Day and I can't remember ever rebelling at going to school as such. But in 1935, the year our family moved from Danville, IL, back to Wallace, IN, I just about resigned from the human race ... or at least from our family. I was 10 and had lots of friends in Danville, but didn't know a single kid in Wallace...and frankly, didn't want to! The move was for our family's benefit and mine, too (so I was told since some relatives thought I was becoming a hoodlum in the city), but because I had started school in the mid-year in IL my folks had to drop me back to 5th grade or push me up to 6th grade. They chose the latter course of action, but it meant I missed out on a semester of mathematics, IN-style! That did it, dear readers, and mentally at least I became a runaway. Mom and Dad and the teachers were patient with me, though, and I stayed and mastered the missing math (... in fact, recently at age 84 I actually figured out how to convert Centigrade to Fahrenheit)! I did gradually get acquainted with some nice country and small-town kids, teachers and ways, and especially remember the sights, sounds and smells of that 2-story brick schoolhouse containing all 12 grades ... including Goldenrod scratch pads and school paste (that tasted good). Other young "outsiders" like me and my younger sisters came to WHS over the years, but I think all would agree that we got a solid education at Wallace that has benefitted us over the years. After high school and service in the Navy I came to know the Lord Jesus Christ as my personal Saviour, and now I know "that all things work together for good to them that love God" (Romans 8:28)... and, as they say it in German, "man lehrnt nie aus" (one never finishes learning). Also, as one observing wag has said, "Too soon oldt, und too late schmardt!"