I remember my first day of kindergarten. It was 1970, and it had just become compulsory for children to go to kindergarten at all. So it was summer, and I was taking a crash course so I could start 1st grade (or as Tracy says, grade 1) on time.
I caught the bus and went to what is now Central Middle. We rode in and went straight to the cafeteria where we ate cereal in those little boxes that you poured the milk right in. Then we went in single file down the huge halls to our classroom. I remember a kid named Skeeter vividly. He was not ready to let go of his mother. He caused a fabulous scene. Screaming, crying, holding on to her legs. It was quite a show. I clearly remember not understanding what the big deal was.
I know now. I miss my mother all the time. I wonder if my kids will feel the same. Probably. Actually, I am the one holding on to their legs, I'm sure.
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