I was promoted to third grade in Public School121 in South Ozone Park in Queens, New York. I was always very skinny so the nurse, and my mother decided it would be a good idea to put me in a special class to see if I could gain some weight. Of course I was very upset to leave my regular class with my friends. Being a kid back in 1939 didn’t give you much choice but to do what you were told. Much to my surprise the kids were very nice, and the teacher was superb. She not only taught us, but really cared about each child. If a child wouldn’t eat their lunch, she would sit with him or her and they would eat lunch together at her desk. This made the child feel special. We had to take a nap during the day, and I fell asleep. She let me stay there until I woke up. Instead of making me feel embarrassed, she was very kind with her choice of words. She took a real interest in every child she cared for, not just teaching reading, writing,and arithmetic. She taught caring, compassion, and consideration for others. We learned to respect