Do you remember third grade? Third grade memories seem very vivid to me.
My first pair of Levi 501 jeans, which never quite fit.
Black and white saddle shoes.
A Tupperware lunchbox, which I quickly traded in for brown bags.
Learning cursive, multiplication and a mnemonic for the planets in the Solar System.
Placing third in the school spelling bee.
A dark haired, blue eyed boy named Bill.
Digging through the trash for my friend Rachel's retainer.
Avery has just started her third week of third grade.
So far third grade has been blisters from the monkey bars.
And lots and lots of writing, which is really hard to do with blisters.
Avery turned 8 three days after school started, and while I really wanted to write a nice little birthday post, I just couldn't do it. I was emotionally drained from our back to school drama. So instead of belated birthday wishes, I'd like to ask you to share a third grade memory. Avery would get such a kick out of reading about your third grade experience, and let's face it, so would the rest of us.
I'll be back in a few days to show you what I made Avery for her eighth birthday. It's a little something I think every girl might need.