I walked myself to preschool at age three and a half. It was a mile uphill each way through two foot drifts of snow (when I was barely 30 inches tall) and signed myself in using cursive on arrival.
“... walked to school uphill each way through snow ...”
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I have been in that conversation and it ultimately ended with...
“I was born as an orphan in a cave that I had to dig by myself.”
Heck, that even beats my dad’s biography.
Cursive? We had to use dry alphabet noodles glued to brown construction paper. I forgot to mention my walk to kindergarten was barefoot, also :>)
I used a dogsled team to get home from the maternity ward after my birth. I had to cross the Rockies - and without lunch money.
Kids have it so easy these days.