In the 1950's.and 60's their were about 100 students that went to Kindergarten and other grade school classes together. Back then, we were all like a family. We were the same but different, and like a family we took care of each other. There were no Special Ed teachers and we didn't need them. Each one of us took turns helping them along the way, even in High School. That way we learned to understand and protect them. We were confronted with older bullies in town, but often we did just like Andy Griffin would teach Opie, and would gang up on the Bully who would learn to leave our "family" alone. When some of us couldn't understand the need for Algebra and Trig, Barry Avery would take the unpaid time- walk to his home and he would try to help us and doing that assured us not to fail.
Many of us didn't play sports or in school functions as we couldn't afford it, but we supported our friends that could. We had just two school buses and most of us walked to school or catch rides with other parents. Some of our classmates died and some went off to war and as such, they fought for what we call Freedom, but they were awarded a higher diploma that what the rest of us received in a piece of paper. We were the Class of 65, and we always will be and one day, we can all go out and dig holes and play with heavenly marbles or shift gears and play Jacks with the girls. Heaven can wait for all of the Class of 65.
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