Our school was a small prefab building; there were several of them that constituted the entire school. Each one held 2 grades. I remember listening to Robert Frost reading a poem for JFK's inauguration during class. That would have been January 20, 1961. Our Boxer, Velvet, was always escaping from our yard and he would come find me at school. The teacher would let him in the classroom, and he would lie beside my desk all day.
At the time, I could still speak French, and we were being taught Spanish. Our teacher couldn't speak English at all and so it was pretty confusing. Every time I tried to say something in Spanish it evolved into French! I spoke Spench or Franish.
I remember once during a bad storm, I was sitting at my desk with Velvet beside me, and a fireball came in through the window and flew across the room and out the window on the other side. We were all stunned.. It smelled like electricity.