Back in '94
Somehow, I thought that my Antarctica thing started in high school. I can remember: It was Palm Sunday during my sophomore year, and I was flipping between "The Ten Commandments" on ABC and some special about the Endurance Expedition on PBS. That was the day I met Ernest Shackleton. *swoon*
Um. Right. However, before I came home for summer, my dad cleaned out the junk under my bed and found a notebook I had in the first grade. Mrs. Hicks did a unit on penguins and Antarctica, and there were several entries in my notebook (prompted of course) about those things.
I've been meaning to scan some and post them all summer, and I'm just now getting around to it. So here:
I gave up after that first reason... I guess the English conditional tense was just too much for me.
Man. That would be sweet.
Yes, it's true. Some penguins are in fact babies. I was so in tune with nature at that age.
It's funny because penguins are now decidedly not my reason for wanting to go to Antarctica, and back then, they were the only reason I could imagine. But, gosh, wasn't I cute?
Um. Right. However, before I came home for summer, my dad cleaned out the junk under my bed and found a notebook I had in the first grade. Mrs. Hicks did a unit on penguins and Antarctica, and there were several entries in my notebook (prompted of course) about those things.
I've been meaning to scan some and post them all summer, and I'm just now getting around to it. So here:
I gave up after that first reason... I guess the English conditional tense was just too much for me.
Man. That would be sweet.
Yes, it's true. Some penguins are in fact babies. I was so in tune with nature at that age.
It's funny because penguins are now decidedly not my reason for wanting to go to Antarctica, and back then, they were the only reason I could imagine. But, gosh, wasn't I cute?
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