When I attended P.S. 35 in Staten Island, the first day of May was a big deal. The older kids got to do the Maypole, which impressed me to no end.
Little Dutch Dance
The first graders had to perform a little Dutch dance, which I vaguely remember. What I remember more vividly, is how my headband, covered in flowers and ribbons, fell over my eyes. Being a rule follower, I did as I was told and didn't let go of my partner's hands. I danced blindly and hoped no one would notice. (My head is nearest the flag) I was mortified when I discovered my mom had a photo to capture the memory.
So I made a little basket for my neighbor, Lorrie. It was pretty similar to the baskets I made with cupcake liners and yarn, as a 6 year old. I placed the tiny surprise near her doormat and rang the bell. I didn't exactly run home. Instead, I strolled home texting a bit of an explanation. Sigh... I can't believe I allowed technology to get involved with my May Day fun!