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Punkette brought me some homework from her scuola materna the other day. The teachers or perhaps a parent volunteer are organizing a collection of stories from the parents about what they used to play back in the day, when they were wee little children. In the eyes of my two punks, this is called "the olden days." Don't know where they got that from.

So, I set out to describe what great fun I used to have as a child. Well, all kinds of games were played. But something that I could describe, in Italian, to the nuns and dozens of sweet innocent 3-5 year olds, not to mention all the nosy parents.


I took the easy route and told them that I liked jumping rope with my friends (I really did) and wrote out the words to two of the songs we used to sing (Down In the Valley and Cinderella, classics!) and taught them to Punkette so she could sing them to the class when it came time to present her Mamma's story.

I thought it best.

Better than the stories that first came to mind. Which I'll get to, I promise, but first I must tell you about the ditch.


We're sorry. This broadcast has been interrupted by a workout. This is not an effective workout, but a fruitless attempt on the part of the author to firm up her flab before her brother's wedding in 6 weeks. We repeat, this is not an effective workout. Had this been an effective workout, the workouts would have commenced months ago and with a frequency of 3-5 times a week.