Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I glanced at my site statistics this morning and noticed the counter at 1972. I'm not going to comment on what the visit numbers actually mean. That's probably a low number in terms of visits, but really, does it matter? Probably not. In the grand scheme of things definitely not. But still... I wish I got a few more comments or a bit more traffic. Realistically though this blog is not about comments or traffic. I write for myself because I actually enjoy writing. I write for my family and friends because it's one way we keep in touch. I'm not up there in terms of numbers thus the 1972. To me 1972 is a year.
It is the year I turned six, a golden year of neighborhoods (Darcey Drive) and best friends (Kathleen Sullivan) . It is the year I discovered the joy of learning. It is the year I had Mrs. Madigan for first grade and the first time I literally swooned over a teacher--she was indeed a Cinderella figure. During parent night she told me to show my Mom and Dad how I "worked" with readers during the school day. Don't I have the same hair cut? Lucky for me those collars went out of fashion though. I sure loved Mrs. Madigan and I'm sure even as I write this that she is one reason I fell quickly into love with school.