Going Down the Memory Lane (Part 2, My Elementary School)

Out of all the schools I have attended, this is the coolest logo. Too bad there is no T-shirt or other souvenir I can buy from the school store.  

Our school was named after this fighter plane pilot, who died when his airplane crashed (out of fuel) after shooting down a couple of enemy planes. Before, when you got really close, you could see the fingerprints of the sculptor on the statue.

Our school court yard. It was not paved when I was there.

The classroom I spent my 5th and 6th grade. I met a wonderful teacher who told us on the first day of class that we could shape our life like a sculptor shaped his/her work. When I heard it, I felt like somebody had woken me up from a dream. I realized at that moment I was not just an elementary school student, but someone who could decide what she would become. That was a life changing event for me. Years later, I found I was the only student who remembered what our teacher said that day.

Behind my 4th grade classroom, the trees were just saplings when I was there, now fully grown.

The air force eagle in the park next to my school. It was made of melted bullets and weighted 4 tons. Somehow it reminds me the iron chair in "Game of Thrones". The hand writing was by Jiang Ka-Shek.