Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.
I remember my first day at kindergarten, I walked into the classroom holding my mother's hand and I wasn't afraid, I was excited to be there. There were building blocks, a piano and kids everywhere. It was a very big room and I remember telling my mother that she could go now. I remember seeing my teacher and thinking that she was very pretty, she had long blond hair and later in the day, she sang for us and she had a beautiful singing voice. I know that the school was Lutheran, I didn't know it at the time or if I did, it didn't mean anything to me. I know that I saw the big man dressed all in black with a white collar and he was very nice. He was the principal of the school. I have memories of sitting around the piano while the teacher sang songs, we had painting, and blocks, there was nap time that I wasn't crazy about. I especially liked the painting time, I remember taking one of my paintings down by myself and folding it in half to see what it would do and the teacher thought that it was so very beautiful and hung it up.
Those are the few scattered memories of my first foray into school. I know that I didn't stay in kindergarten for long because I was very sickly during that year; I tortured my poor mother with a severe case of the chicken pox, a pneumonia, a heart murmur and a extreme case of canker sores where I could barely eat or drink, it was bad. I was the patient so I got to stay in bed, my poor mother had to take care of me and that must have been so difficult because I know that whenever my babies have been ill, I am miserable, I hate seeing my babies sick and not feeling well. Though I have been very fortunate in that my two were never as sickly as I was when I was young. I put my poor mother through the mill growing up, poor lamb.
So that was my first experience of school. I really did like kindergarten a lot.
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