I’m 66, so why do I still have so many vivid memories of Kindergarten? I remember things like wetting my pants because I was too afraid to leave my seat without permission. I remember a couple sympathetic room mothers offering me a Halloween costume since my mom hadn’t arranged for one. Being proud, stubborn and embarrassed, I refused. I survived but now knew my level of poverty was obvious to all.
Our kindergarten was strictly play time, singing songs and being read to. Not sure how I managed to rope him in but one little boy got stuck being my husband when playing house. No wonder when we got to high school he totally avoided me.