Today was Grandparents Day at my school. Grandma Marcia and Papa Stew came to my school in the morning. They each told a story about what it was like when they were in grade school. Papa said he remembers the fire escape from the second/third floors of his school. It was like a big tunnel slide. Grandma said she remembers only having one section of each class. Not like my school where we have eight first grade classes.
At recess Papa played basketball with me. That was a lot of fun. I heard Grandma telling Mom something about the teacher saying I'm smart. She was telling her about the time I told the class about a Volcanologist. I thought everyone knew about people that study volcano's. I guess not.
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