Jackie Danicki

Fred embedded this video in his post for today and brought back the best memory.

When we were in 4th grade (aged nine), our music class consisted of our “teacher” playing records of our choice, which we’d sing along with. They were all pretty lame records. The only one that was fun was this one - we LOVED it, practically screaming the chorus and laughing our heads off. You know, the kind of fun you only have when you’re a kid or off your head. I was one of the few kids who did actually live in the country, and even at that age, the hilarity of the city kids singing I never was one of them money hungry fools, I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools did not escape any of us.

One day, when we did our usual begging for that record, our teacher said he couldn’t find it. We all freaked out, offered to look for it, etc. He said, well, no, it wasn’t lost…It had broken. Accidentally. Into many, many pieces.

We turned on him completely after that, and the results weren’t pretty. Never eff with a group of nine-year-olds unless you want to lose everything, sink into despair, and die drunk.

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