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Its 1 in the morning, I've got a cold and I can't sleep, lets have a happy childhood thread
>mfw grew up in the glorious Southwestern Desert (mojave)
>there were always beans (myself included) there since its the southwest but they were cool
>teachers were based as fuck, either older white/latino dudes or friendly older white ladies
>will never forget Ms. Anderson
>tall, blonde, blue eyed and looked like the women from those magazines from the 40s (pic related)
>everyone loved her, she had to have been the sweetest woman besides my mother I've ever met
>she was a great teacher, never political like we see today, kept things simple but always had control of the room
>if we ever got her mad it would break our 3rd grader hearts
>she'd play the guitar and sing songs for us, on the days before Christmas break she'd read us the bible (said it would be a class secret)
>tells us one day shes getting married, kind of sad but happy for her anyways
>on the last day of 3rd grade she brought her now husband, it was a big white dude, blonde like her
>then she broke the news to us that shes moving to South Dakota, tells us we were her favorite class
>teary eyed she leaves and that was the last I ever saw of her
>fast forward 12 years, 20 years old and in the Marines, bored as fuck in my barracks room standing by to stand by
>randomly remember Ms Anderson, ask brother to pull out my class picture
>find out her first name and look her up on facebook
>shes still happily married, picture of her with 4 kids and her husband
>tfw got a warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest for the first time in years
