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Olden Golden School days.

Do you recall your School days? They seem happy days although if your results were not good, maybe we suffered some heartache. Remember the games we played and the friends we had, the trouble we got into? Share your memories with us.

Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

~William Wordsworth, "To a Butterfly"

My School-days

Edith Nesbit

Not because my childhood was different from that of others, not because I have anything strange to relate, anything new to tell, are these words written. For the other reason rather that I was a child as other children, that my memories are their memories, as my hopes were their hopes, my dreams their dreams, my fears their fears. I open the book of memory to tear out some pages for you others.

There is nothing here that is not in my most clear and vivid recollection.

When I was a little child I used to pray fervently, tearfully, that when I should be grown up I might never forget what I thought and felt and suffered then.

Let these pages speak for me, and bear witness that I have not forgotten.

Here are a few stories of Village school days.

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older. ~Tom Stoppard