In 1976, I was in the fifth grade, and it was the Bicentennial.
Mrs. Kehoe was my teacher, and all of the students had to make a plate design; there would be a class vote with the winner's design being made into an actual PLATE!
Out of the whole class, my Betsy Mouse design got eight votes, and Monica Tarkowski's design got six. So Mrs. Kehoe asked me if I wanted the class to vote again, with just my design and Monica's to choose from.
I said "no".
I had already won, so what's to recount?
Later, all of the designs were posted around the room. But I had already sent this drawing on to my sister Jane, who at that time was suffering through her first year of Lake College for Eerie Women, as she called it. (Really: Lake Erie College for Women.)
I thought that this design was so terrific back then. But now I look at it and think, "For the love of Pete, would someone PLEASE give this kid a fine-tipped marker???
The fifth grade classes all went to Boston that year to see bicentennial-y type things, and I wore my blue jeans with the pockets that buttoned shut (inconvenient) along with my red-and-white-striped rugby shirt with the short sleeves.
It was a great trip, one where we discovered the joys of putting little pieces of paper on the chartered bus's air vents and watched them as they fluttered upwards.
(P.S. I didn't get to keep 'my' plate.)