Penni--
But was Ammo scared? I well remember my first or perhaps second day at kindergarten. It was, of course, September and still warm, and I'd wanted to wear a new sundress. For some reason my mother didn't consider it appropriate (back then mothers tended to be far more rigid about clothes than they are now) and wouldn't let me. She took me up to the door and told me to go on in; I waited a moment, and then thinking myself safe, stuck out my tongue. Unfortunately she, doubtless overcome by the emotion of leaving her offspring in the hands of another, chanced to look back at just that instant. Ooops! She went in and explained to the teacher and then took me back home again.
The whole thing was a gross overreaction. It's no wonder children so often consider adults irrational. Not that I wanted to go to kindergarten; not that I liked it at all. They made us eat graham crackers. Now you can use graham crackers to make other things, but you don't just eat 'em plain. Not if you're normal, you don't. We had to do lots of other unpleasant or pointless things, too. I once fomented a rebellion, but not being as wily then as I am now, was quickly identified as the ringleader and it was actually made to stand in a corner for an hour. Had the teacher (a substitute, and so in my view fair game) read about that in a book or something?
Oh well, it's in the very distant past, and as with the waxing, I've recovered...
Janice |
