AnneTheWriter<p><span class="h-card"><a href="https://c.im/@ruralgloom" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@<span>ruralgloom</span></a></span> </p><p>We had the same project when I was in school in the 1970s, also a flour sack.</p><p>One of the boys in one of my other classes (not the same one as the flour-baby class) was a bit of a bully. He tried to make a joke out of threatening to throw my baby in the trash, but instead he dropped it by mistake– making a big mess in the process.</p><p>For the first time that most of the kids in that school had ever seen (at least, for the first time in some years), I stood up to a bully. The teacher for this class walked in, right as I was standing in front of him, and furiously bitching him out for what he had done. I went full crazy-mad on him, enraged that he had probably just ruined my project and my grade.</p><p>But the teacher interpreted my response to be my maternal protective instincts kicking in, and soon after getting us all to sit down, she warned the class about not messing with an angry Mama.</p><p>Later that day... (1/2)</p><p><a href="https://universeodon.com/tags/Writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Writing</span></a> <a href="https://universeodon.com/tags/FlashMemoir" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>FlashMemoir</span></a> <a href="https://universeodon.com/tags/Nostalgia" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Nostalgia</span></a> <a href="https://universeodon.com/tags/SchoolProject" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>SchoolProject</span></a></p>