Donuts Anyone?

When I was in first grade, our school had a bake sale to raise money. It was one where you ordered stuff (from a local bakery I suppose) and then it was delivered to the school. The bakery got their money and the school got a cut of the profits.

I remember my mom bought two dozen glazed donuts. The day they arrived at the school, my teacher handed me the two boxes of donuts and I trudged home. For a six year old, it was a pretty bulky burden to carry. We lived several blocks from the school--a distance of about 3/4 mile or so, but I dutifully plodded along, struggling to keep my lunch box, homework, and two dozen donuts in my arms. (I don't suppose anyone thought that it was a bit much for a six year old.)

I walked home carefully and made it all the way to the corner near our house. I crossed the street at the corner and was just stepping up on the curb when I either lost my footing or tripped or whatever. I fell down and all of the donuts went down with me. The boxes came open (flimsy boxes?) and there were now 24 beautiful glazed donuts lying in the gutter by the curb.

It was a defining moment for me, one where I had the first realization that I was, indeed, a klutz! :) My mother, of course, was dismayed at the "waste of good money" and I felt really embarrassed.

It was the last time I carried donuts home from school!