Cynthia Kinnunen blogs about sharing stuff from your childhood with your kids
At the beginning of my grade five year, (this was more years ago than I even care to count) I transferred to a new school. I registered on the first day so class had already begun and all of the other students were already sitting in their seats. The teacher that day, the inimitable Mr. Morgan, came to the classroom wearing a banana-yellow suit (gah!) and sang to me as he brought me into the classroom and showed me my seat. I was mortified.
For the next two years though, while I had him as a teacher, I had the hilarious and amazing experience of learning the ukulele. Because Mr. Morgan played the uke, we all learned the uke.
