In the spirit of Labor Day, we invite your stories about your memories. Did you win a race? Come in last? And from the 1950s and 1960's there was the ultimate prize: "The CUP."
That was the academy award for kids at "classes."
Let us know and we'll post your story. And by the way: bring your trophies and medals to the reunion on September 6.
Here's a story we like:
Olympic Prowess at Saltaire
I’m quite upset when I reflect on The Olympics that just passed in Beijing. None of the events in which I really excelled ever made it into the Water Cube or the Birds’ Nest.
I was really good in the sack. The burlap sack. I could bob and hop at amazing rates. I had never been fast at anything before that rough-textured brown sack was placed around my legs. I don’t know what it was about those sacks and my athletic ability. Magic?
Also my swimming events did not make the cut with the IOC. Very depressing:
The underwater swim. I could dive into the water and swim so far away from the pod of humans way behind me. All surfacing to breathe air. Imagine that! I was still in the depths, easy and free. This prowess served me well when I capsized the Puffin.
The soap race. Another swimming event I excelled in. Once I had the cake of Ivory soap in my teeth, when I could taste the bar and make some bubbles, I could fly through the water like a true champion.
This is how I won my gold medals at Saltaire.