First Walk To School.
I don’t actually remember this. My mother told it to me over and over again, so that it has become a memory, even if it’s not, really.
I was ready. I was eager. I knew kindergarten was the place for me.
My two best friends, Cindy and David, were not. David, a sturdy redhead, kept shaking his head.”I don’t think I want to go. I don’t know…I don’t want to go…” over and over. Cindy, whose parents came from Canton province, was more reserved, but more stoic. She placed one Mary-jane-shod foot in front of the other, saying nothing, her eyes wide.
Finally I got impatient and took Cindy by the hand and David by the tie (Yes, back in the day, mothers sent their children to school on the first day wearing ties.) and bodily hauled them along towards the excitement that was school. Since I was the smallest of the three, I don’t know where I got the strenght to drag two bigger kids. But somehow I managed.
We three came out of school with the biggest smiles on our faces.
“I wasn’t scared at all,” bragged David.
I didn’t correct him.
Some Stuff | Liz November 30, 2008
By elswhere, December 2, 2008 @ 1:31 pm
Nothing witty or incisive to say—I just like this story!
Guess you were into getting other kids into school (literally and figuratively) from an early age 😉
By cheesefairy, December 2, 2008 @ 3:38 pm
You did it – 30 days of firsts, good for you!
I can totally see you in this story.
Hey, so how’s the Volvo?
By Liz, December 2, 2008 @ 11:16 pm
Els, I think I am an education addict!
Cheesefairy, the volvo continues to be a thing of beauty and a joy that passed Aircare with flying colours.It’s strange, but I’m not questioning it.
By Derek K. Miller, December 3, 2008 @ 1:18 am
I don’t remember my first walk to school, but I’m pretty sure I liked it, since I have overwhelmingly positive memories of my seven years at the place.
And it’s the same school my kids now go to. They walk the same route I did. They were keen on their first days back in 2003 and 2005, and still are years later. My oldest (10) is often egging her sister (8) on to move on out the door so they can get to the schoolyard early every morning. They’re walking by themselves now.
Oh, I’m getting a bit weepy on this. Good story.