I almost accidentally inhaled part of my lunch while reading this and laughing.
Thank you so much for this peek into the structural details of Catholic childhood.
I first recognized something was going on with the kids in plaid around third grade after school in the public library when a screaming group ran through the reading room (where I was sitting), and into the stacks to play some sort of game of tag. They had a lot more rules than I did at public school or at UU Sunday School, and I understood even then that I was witnessing some kind of stress relief.
Gee, David, I never overthought it to that degree. Now I can't unthink what I've read. But I look at the lineup of little cherubs and I think I spot myself. Hard to tell exactly because we all wore nearly the same outfits. I will check the old family films to verify. Good, if terrifying, musings!
I almost accidentally inhaled part of my lunch while reading this and laughing.
Thank you so much for this peek into the structural details of Catholic childhood.
I first recognized something was going on with the kids in plaid around third grade after school in the public library when a screaming group ran through the reading room (where I was sitting), and into the stacks to play some sort of game of tag. They had a lot more rules than I did at public school or at UU Sunday School, and I understood even then that I was witnessing some kind of stress relief.
Wow.
Gee, David, I never overthought it to that degree. Now I can't unthink what I've read. But I look at the lineup of little cherubs and I think I spot myself. Hard to tell exactly because we all wore nearly the same outfits. I will check the old family films to verify. Good, if terrifying, musings!