Met a friend for lunch today, and this topic sorta came up organically. I have a few vague, context-less memories that predate this, but the first really solid memory I have is from the first grade. I went to a Catholic school in first grade, even though neither of my parents was ever a practicing Catholic. Somehow it made sense when I was youngerMy sister, 2 years older than me, also went to Catholic school the first 3 years of her school-life, and that's one of those vague memories I referred to, remembering her coming home from school.
Anyway, I was a bit of a tomboy when I was that young (yeah....I know) and after school and at recess hours me and a bunch of other kids (mostly boys) loved to play a game called "Fly Up." It was very simple - one person was designated 'it' and he or she would dropkick the ball as high as possible, and if anyone caught it before it hit the ground and ran back with it over a certain end point, they would then become 'it.' Everyone tried to catch and tackle the person running the ball back. You wanted to be 'it,' but just like any good kid's game, there was really no end or ultimate way to 'win.' It just kept going. Of course this being a Catholic school, we all wore uniforms, and I got remarkably little grief for dirty'ing up my jumper. The boys, though.......the sisters weren't too happy with them
What's your earliest memory?

My sister, 2 years older than me, also went to Catholic school the first 3 years of her school-life, and that's one of those vague memories I referred to, remembering her coming home from school.
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