Tag Archives: elementary school

12.27.11
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Day 3 – Baby pictures!

"Ohh look, that's me as a baby!"

Since I’m conveniently at my grandma’s house over the break, I decided to take advantage of her extensive photo albums and dig out some old pictures of me. I was so cute! I don’t know why I’m not anymore… oh well.

Mandatory childhood photo messily devouring food. Here in Exhibit A, I am spreading mushed carrots across my face.

My maternal grandfather Morgan and me. Two studs.

I learned at a young age that I was a superhero. I can fly! ... Right?

I discovered at a young age that I can sleep in any position at any time. My roommates can all attest to this eternal truth.

My pops and me. D'awwww... (2 years old)

21 years ago, my mom wrote on the back of this picture, "Dream on, David!" I can't tell if that's supposed to inspire me or to remind me of reality.

From left: li'l ol' me (4), oldest sister Krista (9), younger brother Scott (2), cousin Sara (9 months), older sister Erika (7), youngest brother Ryan (3 months)

Clearly the 90s were good to me, fashionistically speaking. Grandpa Morgan, Scott (2), and me (4)

Family ski trip in 1992 to Snowbasin. Adult all-day lift ticket costs $23.

4-year-old David has no idea what he's doing. (And I haven't been skiing since. Though I plan to, of course. Also, my fascination with a variety of colors began early. Thank you, 90s.)

I don't know when this is, but I like this picture. Maybe first grade, circa 1994?

And there you have it, photographic evidence that I once was adorable. Awwww… Memory Lane… actually I don’t remember most of these ever happening, with the exception of skiing.

04.11.11
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What I learned in Elementary School…

… and subsequently forgot.

My apartment complex, Park Plaza, is situated conveniently next to Kiwanis Park [aptly named, no?]. Technically, it's next to Wasatch Elementary's field, which is essentially a significant part of Kiwanis Park.
Last week, I took a good book and a blanket out to the park and read and relaxed for two hours [note: this is BEFORE the weather turned bipolar and snowy. Thanks, Utah.]. 

On my way back, I picked up a little blue piece of trash. Except it wasn't trash. It was something that an elementary student either dropped, lost, or threw away. A simple note, an activity from her teacher. I ignored the Comic Sans usage, and read:

My Celebrate Abilities Pledge
I promise to look for the best in everyone. Everyone has different talents and abilities and I will look for them. I will be patient and kind to people who are different than myself. I will look for ways that I can be helpful to others and to be a friend to all.
By doing so, I strengthen myself, my school, and my community and make it a better place for everyone. My silver ribbon is a symbol of my promise.

A third-grader-ish signature bears the name "Hailey" thereafter.

We do things like this when we are all wee tykes — why can't we do the same now? Why is being kind and civilized so difficult?
Road rage, aggravated attacks, petty arguments, jealousy, grudges… the list goes on. 

No, certainly, I am guilty of many of these. We all are, in some way or another.
Do your part. And let me know that you want to help.

Thank you for doing your part.