What do black eyes, tutus and cookies have in common. That's right, Kindergarten. Back when I was a kid, kindergarten wasn't offered in the public school system. Parents had to pay for their little ones to have juice and cookies with 20 of their closest friends, take tap and ballet lessons and perform for them in embarrassing pink tutus.
Now I envy those with crystal clear memories who can recount the most minute details from the time they were weaned, although many of those same people can't remember yesterday's lunch. My own memories are scattered and vague, but here are some highlights from my kindergarten experience.
|Drawing by Zeimusu|
Finally, we all know what great little germ spreaders kids are, right? Well, before kindergarten, I'd had very little exposure to the outside world, so when I was suddenly corralled with 20 or so germy kids, 3 hours a day, 5 days a week, sharing God only knew what with each other, I caught everything going around. I threw up so often that Mom knew what I meant when I said it felt like there was a snake in my tummy, and grabbed a bucket.
When I look back, I guess kindergarten wasn’t all bad. After all there was juice and cookies. What was kindergarten like for you (or your kids)?