When I was teaching the big slide in our playground had oxidized so the kids got stuck halfway down. I never thought of Pam, but Turtle Wax and a bit of elbow grease worked wonders. Those kids were hitting warp 1 now, and won me some hero points. :)
We were issued long wooden poles with canvas STOP flags on one end to halt traffic. That was the whole idea of getting on the safety patrol! Well, not topping cars … what a cool weapon that flagpole was!
Hah, I had the same problem with Santa. No matter how many times I ordered a green Schwinn, I wound up with a red Huffy. Dad included a small note from Santa, pleading budget problems. :)
I hated the haircuts too — we got shaved to the skin to ward off non-existent head lice. Adding insult to injury Mom picked out the clothes too and if you didn’t look like a sissy or twenty years behind the times, you were VERY lucky. But yeah, the cold gray days of autumn were, and are, the WORST.
“It’s my potty and I’ll cry if I want to …”