I have a few vivid memories about Kindergarten.
I remember standing on the porch - more than once - crying my eyes out and throwing the world's largest hissy fit because I did not want to go to school in the dress my mother had forced me to wear. My Mom was sympathetic to me the first few times but as my fits progressed, she would just leave me out on the porch until I was going to be late for school. Then she'd gripe under her breath, toss me in the car, drive the 1/4 mile to school and drop me off. In my mother's defense, I could throw on heck of a hissy fit.
I remember walking alone the 1/4 mile to school, in the winter, in my red snowsuit.
I remember my teacher Mrs. Ripple - dark hair & big rimmed glasses if my memory is actually accurate.
And, lastly, I remember the day we were moving the chairs from Circle / Story Time and I accidentally smooshed the very delicate robin's egg that my classmate Libby had brought for show-n-tell. I can see the crushed blue shell on the floor, Libby's heartbreak, and still hear my muttered "Sorry."
I was reminded of these things when last Friday, Zoe and Ella began Kindergarten.