here's a couple of "pithy" recollections of yesteryears.
in-school: 4th or 5th(or 12th) grade sitting in the back of the classroom with a box of rubber bands.
home: rolling the play-doh into golf ball size blobs dip em in mom's gravy and place in dogs bowl.
I'm sure I could come up with more poignant memories but....

GOP - The Party of Lincoln.