Signs of Aging

Collaging has shown me that I am a bad gluer.  This pains me more than it should.

On gluing, how many of you recognize this?

You had to slice open that rubber top, and after the very first use, there'd be a dried mucilage crust there that made ever using it again next to impossible.  I remember how that crust felt and how the glue smelled.

Asking if you remember is edging us into "Do you remember mimeographs" and "Do you remember paper drinking straws" territory.

Milk breaks in kindergarten, people.  Three cents for a half-pint of milk, and graham crackers were free, I guess?  The milk was 3 cents --- that I remember vividly.  

Elementary school lunches, by the way, were 35 cents.  Daddy would leave a quarter and a dime out for me every night.

While I'm old personing --- how is every pair of scissors in this house dull?  Every.  Pair.

And where are my glasses?