Anecdote #37: First grade was monumental! I remember more about 1st grade than my entire high school experience. Once, I ripped my dress during recess. The teacher insisted on mending it over our nap-time. So that I didn't have to nap in my undies, my teacher thought it was a good idea to have me rest in a big brown paper grocery bag with holes cut out for my arms and my head. I remember lying there for an hour, staring at the ceiling, completely still, afraid I would disturb my classmates with the loud crinkle noise that came with such an outfit.