Got Milk?

It's become my habit to drink a glass of milk every afternoon when I think I "need" something. I've never really been a milk drinker so this in and of itself is strange. Today as I stood at the counter and took my first sip, I suddenly was transported back to Kindergarten. I could picture the desks all lined up and the teacher Mrs. Cooper. I can't remember if we all lined up to get our cold milk or if someone was assigned the task of handing it out. We would all sit quietly with our milk and a snack of graham crackers. I remember how good those graham crackers tasted with the ice cold milk. If I remember correctly we would lay down for a "rest" after snack. Full tummies, tired minds. I rarely fell asleep but I know some of my classmates would. It's funny how if you get a child to be still and quiet long enough they will fall asleep. Isn't it weird to think that we had a rest time and we only had half day kindergarten? Times have changed. Now kids go all day and I don't think they have rest time any more. At least not stretched out on their mat. They might have a story time sitting at their desk or on the floor. But back to the milk memory. I mentioned that Mrs. Cooper was my teacher, the funny part is I associate her with milk because we would get our milk from her husband's dairy farm. It was just right down the road from our farm. We would get a gallon out of the fridge they kept in a shed and leave money. When we got home we'd skim the cream from the top of the milk. Simple sweet memories. What will Steven remember?