I had a Flintstones metal lunch box. It had yellow trim. I'll never forget it. My siblings and I didn't use the accompanying thermos, though. We bought our glass bottle of milk at school for 4 cents. Eventually the price increased to a nickel.
Our bus stop was a trek up a pretty steep hill. In winter, if the snow conditions were right on the walk back down the hill after school, we'd set down our lunch boxes on their long sides and watch them slide down the hill. Yes, they took a bit of a beating.
I collect antiques and back when I taught school I brought my lunch in a metal Lone Ranger lunch box (which wasn't seen by the students). I'll never forget the principal I had who pretended to be acting like a jealous child absolutely coveting that lunch box. We are still good friends and the act was all in good fun but some of the younger teachers thought I was in trouble.
I don't recall carrying those colourful (Canadian spelling...I'm Canadian ) lunch boxes, however...somebody mentioned jelly and cream cheese sandwiches? Flashback. I haven't thought of those for YEARS. Right back to therapy.
The trouble with these were....your particular box was "old news" by the end of the year and a new one was needed next year...the latest movie or tv show was "cool" but cancelled shows on your box gave you a nerd status.Also...you were almost tagged by your lunch box as to who and what you were!...and if you cut off your crust...ate your sandwich like a piece of watermelon...or had jelly and creamcheese...stay in during recess.
I had a "Fireball XL5" lunch box for almost 4 years. (good thing) My mom made me keep using it through most of 8th grade; I was the last one in my class to switch to brown-bagging! (embarrassing thing!)
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Our bus stop was a trek up a pretty steep hill. In winter, if the snow conditions were right on the walk back down the hill after school, we'd set down our lunch boxes on their long sides and watch them slide down the hill. Yes, they took a bit of a beating.
My mom made me keep using it through most of 8th grade; I was the last one in my class to switch to brown-bagging! (embarrassing thing!)
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