From ages 5 through 16, my blog posts will become much more interesting. And to answer your question- yes, I am an only child
When I was 5, I started kindergarten. On the first day, my dad let me in the first and second grade door rather than the kindergarten door. I didn't know what was going on until it was too late. I saw big kids and strange, unfamiliar classrooms. I realized what was going on, and I ran out crying to my dad, " How could you do this to me?". I still remember it to this day, and I will never let him forget it.
I had an absolutely amazing teacher in kindergarten. Her name was Mrs. Nelson. I remember that we did a lot of arts and crafts, coloring, playing, oh- and of course learning. That was the year I learned how to read, and how to add and subtract.
Aww, poor 5-year-old you. I'm sure it was traumatic at the time, but you survived!
ReplyDeleteFunny how such little things (to an adult) are so terribly important to a child. It's good that we can remember that.
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