Gosh, every year has many memories. However, during our elementary days, two events stand out for me. Both happened in sixth grade. One was the circle. Remember how all the boyfriends would take their girlfriend to the circle at recess and hold their hand. I remember, Mark Young and I going days without joining the circle. But the day we broke down and joined the circle, is the day we were all sent to the principal’s office. There we received our lecture on what people would think when they drove by and saw us all holding hands. You would have thought we were making out or something. I was humiliated. However, that humiliation was nothing compared to chasing Allen DeVour (I refuse to use the name we called him in those days) and falling head first into a mud puddle. Mud dripped off my eyelashes and I put a big hole in my favorite purple corduroy pants. Mud was literally covering me from my head to my toes. Mr. Scott made me sit in class like that until my mother came and brought me new clothes and a towel. In Junior High, I remember the slave sale days. My buyer didn’t want me as his slave but made me pretend to be his girlfriend all day. I remember the day that Elvis died and Pam Bowers and I sat in the gym during P.E. and cried like we had lost our closest friend. In High School, I remember the choir trip. Thanks to a snow storm, buses driving off the roads, and hospital visits we were 24 hours late getting home.
Though these are great memories, my greatest memories is of all the wonderful friends I spent 13 school years with.
Tonya Scarbrough Thompson
Tonya Scarbrough