Well, it's my Back-To-School Edition of the Weekend Question.
What's one of your favorite memories from Kindergarten? Or any memories from Kindergarten?
Saturday, August 25, 2007
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My favorite memory and my only memory from kindergarten is my class picture. I was living in Sherwood a suburb of Brisbane in Australia. I was standing in the middle of the top of 3 rows of children. We were all in our school uniforms except one unfortunate child in the front row. Maybe it was his first day and therefore didn't have the standard plaid uniform. I was standing next to a girl who had some seriously wild hair. I was 4 years old when I started Kindy as they call it down under.
I was in Sweden. It was the early 70's. We wore corduroy, moccasin slip-on shoes, and every child had their own cubby, hook for the ir coat, and the sinks and toilets were mini-sized. I guess the Montessori ideal was in place, even though it wasn't a Montessori school. At the time Sweden was at the height of a social democratic era, which melded nicely with everyone, especially so soon after the Summers of Love in the late 6o's... I remember things like long braided hair, lots of browns, oranges, and rust colors, weaving, macrame, and playing the tambourine. At school. Also, my brother was born, and I remember watching mom change his diaper on the kitchen counter and he peed, you know like straight up at her. I was close to 5 years old, and I remember seriously wondering why she was laughing about it instead of getting mad!
I am so old they didn't have kindergarten in my town when I was five except for a Catholic private one that cost money. So I missed out on snack and nap time, playing in the block and kitchen center and making my handprint turn into a flower or whatever for my mom for Mother's Day. Sniff, sniff
Jill Southerland, my deskmate!
I thought I was in love...and then she kicked me- hard. So much for love...
-TMS
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