Catch up on the makings of my memory journey here.
I transferred to a new school halfway through Kindergarten. My mom went with me to music class and then said her goodbyes outside at physical education. I cried. I had terrible separation anxiety (and I still do, from time to time).
My favorite thing about Kindergarten was "centers." Remember centers? You could choose what you wanted to do... play with blocks on the colorful carpet, go to the craft table, go to the kitchen area, read books in the beanbag chairs, play in the sandbox, so on, and so on.
The year was 1987. We went to the computer lab every week to learn our unit spelling words on IBM computers. Unit One was cat, dog, fish. I remember I wrote a "poem" with my words:
"The cat sat on the hat. The dog sat on the log. The fish sat on the dish." When we got back to our classroom, our teacher read my poem to the class. Then I got to go show my poem to the principal who then signed my poem, symbolic of his approval.
One day, we had a substitute teacher named Ms. Turner. She was a middle-aged round lady with glasses and blue eyeshadow. We learned about the United States flag and what the stars and stripes symbolized. Then we said the Pledge of Allegiance and had a parade around our classroom.
We all brought small glass jars to school so that we could fill them with potting soil and plant a lima bean. The jars lined the window sills, and slowly the tiny roots began to emerge.
Every Friday we had a drawing for a prize. If you'd been good all week and didn't get your name on board, you were eligible for a prize. One day I won a plastic tote bag with a cat on it. Another time I won a rainbow colored plastic comb, which was broken by one of my classmates before the day was over.
My parents gave me a pencil-shaped pencil box for my birthday, which was filled with colored pencils. I took it to school with me. We ate crackers that day in our classroom. My mom came to visit in the computer lab that day, and I told her that my stomach and throat hurt (which they didn't) so that she would take me home.
And, I slept in pink foam rollers the night before my school picture.
That's all I really remember about Kindergarten.
To be continued...