I do remember this. It was very exciting to discover there was a world of people out there...the same size as me! I can't remember if I hated the dress or not. It looks good in the picture, that nostalgia and all. I do remember those damn braids -- yank, pull, twist.
My kindergarten teacher was Miss Grems. My memories from that year:
- naptime
- snacktime
- being pissed that most kids could read the name "Michael" written on the chalkboard." My quiet defensiveness carried with me. Even my 5 year old self muttered, "I would be able to read if someone taught me."
- my finger being pinched when I tried to use the heavy wooden ride-on automobile. I guess there were no safety standards then.
- a turtle; it was little and cute but I really didn't want to pick it up or anything. My cat Neptune at home was good for that.
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