Comments on: Everything I Ever Remember About Kindergarten

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By: Hillary @ The Other Mama

Hillary @ The Other Mama — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 20:33:08 +0000

I can’t believe your memory! Amazing! And I really can’t believe the girl with her panties! haha!!

By: Jeanne A

Jeanne A — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 02:07:01 +0000

guess it won’t happen for me—-no kindergarten—-not for missionary kids in Ethiopia

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 20:55:37 +0000

I think this really happened to me or I read it in a book an convinced myself that it was a real memory…but I THINK we had a nap fairy that weilded a magic wand. She (or he) could tap each child SOFTLY to wake them up from their naps. I’m pretty sure that really happened. You do have an amazing memory! Sean will have a great year, I bet!

By: Stretch Mark Mama

Stretch Mark Mama — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 04:19:56 +0000

I had multi-colored red/yellow/blue gym shoes and we’d play with bean bags in the gym. And the teachers made us drink white milk for snack (which I hated). I was painfully shy and got my first kiss (on the cheek) from a boy we called Grody Jody.

I had a crush on the boy who in later years became The Most Popular Boy In The Class. What’s funny is that he still pops up in my dreams (very randomly), which tells me that even feelings at a young age can have a very strong and long-lasting impact.

I too grieve the loss of longevity when it comes to my kids growing up with the same kids year after year. It’s still that way back in my hometown, but if I moved back there–I’d have to give up so many of the other things I value (diversity, for one).

By: Common Mom

Common Mom — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 03:29:00 +0000

Oh AM . . . you and I share a brain – the ability to remember almost anything I wanted to begin telling about Mrs. Drake, the most wonderful kindergarten teacher ever, and how I got a point taken off a paper for writing my name in red crayon instead of pencil, and how she had me sit on her lap and read a book about an owl to the class, and how she was so concerned when I hurt my neck on the tennis court and wasn’t in school for a week, and how we had nap time every day, and how Bill M. and I always had to get the milk together for milk break because we had the same last name, and how she always wore a dress and lovely pearls to teach, and how she always made each of her students feel like they were the most special kid on the planet, and how she had a hot plate and a little oven in the classroom so we could bake cupcakes right there in the classroom on our birthday.

But my comment would have taken on a life of its own Thank you for bringing these wonderful memories back!

By: Carrie

Carrie — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 02:42:41 +0000

Wow, you have a REALLY good memory!!! All I remember from kindergarten are the things I got in trouble for: flushing someone’s rubber stamp down the toilet, and coloring on my chair instead of the paper.

By: Tater Mama

Tater Mama — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 00:04:37 +0000

This was wonderful!

I grew up in a small town in west Tennessee. My graduating class had our 20th reunion last September, and about 15 of us who attended started out in “Miss” Ruth’s Kindergarten class and went all the way through 12th grade together. She passed away a few months before the reunion, so we had one last picture taken as “Miss Ruth’s Babes.” I have a big lump in my throat just thinking about “Miss” Ruth. She did exactly what a Kindergarten teacher is supposed to do; she made me love coming to school each day.

I hope Sean’s year gets off to a beautiful start!

A whole new world is about to open for Sean.

By: tom

tom — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 21:14:37 +0000

Kindergarten was the best. 1968, and I still have very vivid memories from being in kindergarten, some good, some not so good. I learned how to really get some altitude on the swingset, I learned that you could yell down one storm drain and your buddy could hear you in the other, I learned that I liked painting and didn’t like dancing, and that not every kid could read.

I hope my son’s memories of kindergarten stick with him, and they’re held with just as much fondness.

By: Nan

Nan — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 21:06:30 +0000

I loved kindergarten too. Better than real school!