When I was six, my first grade teacher's name was Mrs. McGee. She stunned the class into silence when she told us her first name was Connie, the same as one of the girls in the class.
I was in the highest math group with two boys, Eric Johnsen and Greg Nuibe. We raced to see who could finish the workbook first. I lost by mere seconds. I forgot who won. Greg wore corduroy OP shorts every single day of elementary school, according to my memory. His mom brought sushi on family culture day. Everyone thought it was gross; we had never seen it before. I think it was tuna.
My soccer team was called the Strawberry Shortcakes. Liz Pizza's mom was the team mom. She crocheted curly hair ties for everyone and made an awesome felt banner with the team name in big white letters and each girl's name on a strawberry patch.
My mom started her career in banking as a teller at a new community bank.