If It’s Not Yours Don’t Take It
I’m guessing I was probably in the 3rd grade and Kenny was in the 5th. Mr. Henniger was the principal at Pond Springs School, the little 3 room school we attended in Jollyville. After we ate our lunch each day, in Mr. Henniger’s office there was a chest type deep freezer where he kept ice cream bars. If you had your nickel you could buy a ice cream sandwich or a fudgesicle to eat out on the playground. After we finished our lunch, we would go in there and line up and watch as he unlocked the freezer with a … Continue reading If It’s Not Yours Don’t Take It